“Is that a piano over there in the woods?” Brandy peered through the trees. “You think it plays? Let’s try!” She took off running.
“Not that one!” Matt followed. “It’s cursed!”
“Hah, hah! Don’t be silly!” The piano played beautifully until the last note.
Then Ruth stormed out the back door of her house. “If you hit a wrong note you have to pay the penalty! It’s the chair for you!” She pointed at a kitchen chair left by the pond. She was so insistent that Brandy sat.
“See?” Matt stood next to her. “If you play that piano, you’ll get turned into part of a performance art piece.”