February 7, 2014 – I built a xylophone today! It’s a real beauty! It all started when we went to the bank yesterday. I didn’t realize that Tim had taken a dozen shiny nameplates from a shipping box in the office in which we were meeting. I don’t think he meant to take them. He was fidgeting and fiddling with things when Addie snapped at him to settle down. He must have dropped them in his satchel and forgot about it. I called the bank this morning and explained the situation. We were fully prepared to bring the nameplates back to their rightful owners and apologize for the mishap, but the woman on the phone, Miss Shilling, thought I was a crank caller.
“Chickens…? Opening a bank account? Stapled wings and paperclips? That’s Preposterous! Stop wasting my time!”
I asked to speak to Mrs. Threepenny, but Miss Shilling hung up the phone before I got the words out of my mouth. How rude! I thought about the matter for several minutes before deciding that perhaps Miss Shilling was simply having a bad day. Maybe she’s never met a chicken, let alone industrious entrepreneurs such as the four of us. So I took the twelve, metal name plates and made a xylophone out of them. I painted the wooden base in a crisp shade of dollar-bill green, and fashioned a mallet out of a blue toothbrush handle and a leather hacky sack. It is perfectly tuned with a bright and brilliant sound! I must say, I outdid myself this time. The instrument is stunning. Each bar is engraved in script with the name of a different bank teller. Addie, Tim, Sawyer and I are going back to the bank tomorrow to present it to Mrs. Threepenny. I hope it will make her happy. I also hope she plays a little tune on it every day for her team. Miss Shilling could use a happy song in her heart. The bank is going to be thrilled to have us as customers! Well… maybe not Tim. I think he’s the reason they chain down the pens!