Finn and Leon went over to the nice people’s house to see some chickens. But when they got there, the chickens weren’t there. Where did the chickens go? Neither Finn nor Leon knew and when they went to ask the nice people, the nice people were either watching TV or playing the piano.
Ignoring the TV but amazed at the site and sound of the piano, they jumped up to get a closer look. The nice young lady playing the piano was playing the piano in a very nice young ladylike fashion. They were enthralled. But as enthralling as the sound of the piano was, they started to wonder how a piano was moved. It seemed pretty heavy. Much heavier than a flute.
The nice young lady playing the piano overheard them talking about how a piano was moved and she told them, “it’s on casters.” And even though she said, “casters”, Finn and Leon heard “castors”. And, as everyone knows (everyone except Finn and Leon), “castors” and “casters” are not the same thing. And neither of them have anything to do with a flute. And even though a flute needs oil, and oil can be made from the beans of the castor plant, you probably shouldn’t use castor oil on a flute.
Finn and Leon thanked the nice young lady for telling them about castors (even though she didn’t tell them about castors. She told them about casters) and they left the nice people’s
As they were walking along, talking about castors, they came across some plants with reddish stocks and big leaves. As they stood there, staring at these interesting plants, a nice passerby told them that the plants were Castor Bean plants. “Castor plants”, shouted Finn and Leon. “That must be where the casters come from for the piano!”
So they stood there to see if they could determine which part of the plant would be used to make the casters for a piano. No luck. There was nothing there that looked at all like the casters on the piano. But they did notice some interesting things that looked like they could be beans. They each got closer and noticed that the beans were just about the right size to blow through a flute. Kinda like a pea shooter. “Maybe we could shoot the beans at some chickens.” mumbled Leon. But Finn reminded him that the chickens had left.
Oh well.
