The moon was out. The stars were shining. And Betty was p aying in her bedroom.
‘It is time for you to go to bed,’ said Mr Toucan.
But sudden y . . .
‘
N
! O
’
said Betty.
‘I don’t want to go to bed!’
Instead, Betty wanted to . . .
p ay her f ute,
! T O TO ! T TOO
and her xy ophone,
TING! TING!
and her trumpet, and her drums,
BOO M! BOO M!
! P R BA unti fina y . . .
she yawned.
! H A AA
‘What ove y music,’ said Mr Toucan. ‘But you must be very tired.’
‘Maybe you shou d go to your soft, warm bed.’
‘After a good night’s s eep, you can p ay more music tomorrow.’
But sudden y . . .