"Flight of the Headless Chicken"

Sarah, a senior in high school, sat in the band room during her study hall trying to conquer Flight of the Bumblebee on her clarinet. It should've been a piece she had played years ago but not having a private teacher, she had never been made to play such treacherous chromatic scales.

Until now.

She blew useless air into her mouthpiece, producing the mating call of a one-eyed, midget-winged, stubby-legged duck, as she flopped back into her chair.

"I've been stung. This is ridiculous," she exclaimed out loud in a declaration of defeat.

"What was that ridiculous sound?" Eric asked walking past her with his trombone case. He peered at her stand. "Was that supposed to be Bumblebee? Crap, I played that back in the sixth grade!"

"Shut up," Sarah mumbled. "You probably couldn't even bring it up to tempo."

"We T'boners aren't required too. That responsibility is left to you chalkboard-scratching instruments."

"Are you stereotyping my instrument, bud?"

"No, I'm just saying if you can't play it, you suck."

"Watch it! I'm second chair!"

"Then you suck."

Jennifer came out of the practice room located behind the percussion section moping sweat from her forehead from just having finished a hardcore run through of her IMEA scales. "Hey, guys! What's up?"

"Sarah can't play Bumblebee. It sounds like "Flight of the Headless Chicken," Eric taunted.

"If I didn't like playing clarinet, I'd shove it up your rear," Sarah growled.

Jennifer sat down next to Sarah, opened her flute case and pulled out her swab. "Don't worry, Sarah. Have you ever heard Eric play Mancini? It's not so sharp."

"Hey! I rock at playing "Baby Elephant Walk". Whacha talking about?" Eric asked opening his trombone case.

"I'm saying it's flat," Jennifer said as she pulled her swab through her flute. "It sounds like "Walk of the Masticated Cow."

Sarah snorted with laughter. Eric frowned. "I hope you get overpowered by the trumpets," he muttered.

"Huh? Ran out of comebacks already? That only happens in marching band."

"Isn't 'cow' the name for a female elephant?" Sarah wondered out loud.

Eric blew into his instrument and blasted out a random note that made Jennifer and Sarah jump. "How'd you like them apples?"

"Hey, Eric," Sarah said.

"Hey what?"

"Moo!"

The End

A/N: This never occurred in real life. It's something I came up with while eating grilled chicken. Just to note:

IMEA: Illinois Music Educators Association

Flight of the Bumblebee written by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov

Baby Elephant Walk written by Henry Mancini