You had to keep the sound beams separate. ‘Twas the only way, e’en though I’m too sick to tell you the whole story.
No flute could be found on the leaf pile I gathered through, so I carved a new 1 out o’ bark. ‘Twas a burden, but sometimes I think ’twas worth it.
I had to carve 2 holes into it. Remember what I said: no beam crossing.
& it turned out all right. I could hear the top 50 charts come in & could play the Song o’ Highway Breezes, too. I tolerated & I managed.