Warren gave a kitty smile and rubbed against Kari’s legs. The thought of his own band created all kinds of ideas in his furry little head. He had dreamed about this. “Great idea,” he honked. “How can I do that?”
“Whoa,” said Kari. “You really think you want to start your own band? Where would you get the other players? What instruments do you think should be in the band? What music would you play? You can’t even read music.”
“Whoa yourself,” honked Warren. “I do want a band, but I need your help to get the band members. Help me?”
“Okay,” said Kris. “Let’s think about this.” She turned to Kari.
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