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The Trombone
Jerry stepped off the bus at the music school and he mentally reviewed the correct trombone slide positions as he walked to Room 10 at the end of the hall. He sat down at his chair in front of the music stand and smiled eagerly at Nadine his teacher who gave him a strange look.
Wheres your trombone? she asked.
Oh no! Hed left it on the bus! Whatll I do? he asked after explaining the situation to Nadine.
Youll have to get it back or your parents are out nine hundred dollars.
Oh no. He clapped his hands to his face in despair.
She sent him home without a lesson. The bus ride back was pure agony. It reminded him of the previous bus where the catastrophe had occurred. Fortunately this driver to whom Jerry confided his plight advised him to call the bus companys lost and found. But it was six oclock; the bus companys phone recording said that the lost and found closed at five.
The next day Jerrys father drove him to the bus company office andthe trombone wasnt there. No one had turned it in.
Im an idiot Jerry moaned as his father drove him to the music school to meet his doom. I never do anything right.
Youre not an idiot youre a normal kid and you do a million things right. Now youll never do this kind of thing again. If the trombone doesnt show up well work out a way for you to pay for it over time.
Walking the corridor to Room 10 beside his father Jerry felt like a pirate walking the plank. With a feeling of dread he opened the door. Inside stood Nadine working the slide on a trombone but not putting the mouthpiece to her lips. Waitthe trombone had a familiar dent on the bell and a familiar little scratch on the mouthpiece. It was his!
Someone turned it in at the desk Nadine smiled. A passenger from your bus. Thank goodness for honest people huh?
Jerry sank into his seat with an immense sigh of relief and vowed to himself that he would never do anything wrong again in his life.