Piddy joined the circle.
"Uh hem." Butterfly cleared her throat. "An instrument is anything that makes a pleasant sound. Let me see." She flew around the barn, finally lighting on an old turned upside down tin cup. "Angel, tap on this."
Angel hopped over to the tin cup. She placed her hands on top and gently tapped on it.
"No, no, no," Butterfly said, flying around her in circles. "You must tap it harder."
Angel brought her hands down harder. "It doesn't sound very good, Butterfly. In fact it sounds awful!"
The others agreed.
Butterfly flew once again around the barn, finally sitting down next to an old wooden spoon. "Use this," she said.
Angel grabbed the wooden spoon and tapped lightly on the tin cup. She excitedly hopped up and down. "I made music!" she exclaimed.