Penny: Spirit in a BottleThe curiosity got me moving. My skin tingled and I hopped off the bench. My thoughts were racing, and the one thing I had to do, first and foremost, was play my clarinet. I rushed home and got it, marched away from my house playing. I was the pied piper of Bellin. I wanted animals to follow me. Curtains were jerked and ruffled back in place. Nobody had ever seen a high school kid marching and practicing by herself. I didn’t care.
After playing through our parade song twice, I took a break and held the clarinet out stiffly in front of me. There he was again. The little brown bird flitted onto a branch I was about to walk under. Whippoorwill. Without thinking, my fingers knew just where to go and I played it right back. Whippoorwill, on a clarinet! It sounded perfe
