There was a time in which little kids with drums would transform a good day into an awesome one. Nowadays however, it seems that these drummer children are falling short to their original premise. I’m a man of simple pleasures, but when those kids fail to deliver a decent drum show it really gets to me.

The other day I was strolling down the local park when a small boy approached me and said: “Would you fancy a melody?”. Me, naive as I am, accepted the boy’s offer. To my shocking (as in electroshock) surprise, the boy pulled out a flute and started playing some old fashioned Hamelin tune.

I waited for him to finish the piece and asked him: “Say kid, Where is your drum?”. He looked at me strangely and replied: “What drum sir?”. I was losing my patience by the time, but I’m a calm man so I told him gently:”Well kid, you know, the drum. Kids and drums… like fries and ketchup. The way is supposed to be”. He glanced at me and left…

I mean… Come on! I tried to stop him but there were a bunch of mice following him and I don’t like mice that much. What I’m trying to say here is that… well, you know, I just miss the good ol’ days and those kids with their drums.