It was a day when Max didn\'t feel like talking to anyone.
Max picks up the Sticks and begins tapping out the rhythms of everything he sees and hears around him...the sound of pigeons startled into flight, of rain agains.
So begins this story of a young boy\'s introduction to the joys of making music.
A strong breeze shook the tree in front of his house, and Max saw two heavy twigs fall to the ground.
He just sat on his front steps and watched the clouds gather in the sky.
It was a day when Max didn\'t feel like talking to anyone