The Acrobats

Simon training his beloved Beethoven for his piano lesson this afternoon. His new music teacher, who seems to combine the best of his Amsterdam teachers btw, calls his fingers “acrobats” and they are not allowed to miss the correct trampoline. Simon shrugs his shoulders, he still dislikes fantasy metafores, although he has now learned to tolerate them and doesn’t get upset like he used to when he was smaller.