It was the great day of gathering. The first day of Band Camp. The Practice Field, fresh in the morning's light, was soon to be dotted with every walk of life. From the eastern lands of Woodwind Woods were the Clarinets, lead by Section Leaders Reid, Liggy, Bell, and Cork. They were wise, quiet and carrying, with long faces and soulful tones. Clarinets outnumbered any other group, but held the honor with great character. A few low reeds followed, long black and silver bass clarinets carried carefully at their sides. Reid and Liggy, seniors, were loved by all. Indeed, Clarinets were the most regal. Because there were so many, those who especially succeeded were revered even more.
Giggling whispers and hushed scurries surrounded the tall grassed meadows. The Flutelings were small and thin, the wind rushing their high trills and scales to the keen ears of their brethren Clarinets. They wore the most revealing clothes (aside from the meretricious guard) and were mostly female. Once in a while, a perfectly normal male would pass by, and ironically, would be very good at what he did. Flutelings were cheerful and merry, cute little creatures that weren't ever found mourning.
The traveling group of Saxophones was witty but exclusive. The played bright jazz tunes and contemporary ballads, making the noble Clarinets laugh or the giggly Flutelings whine at how that is their favorite song. The Saxes kept to themselves but still provided a strong sound for others. Many Clarinets were spiteful from when they wished to be a Sax as well.
Upon the time of arrival, they all came in their own fashionable way. The Clarinets marched, Reid and Liggy leading the way, deep wooden melodies floating over the hilltop as the brigade came into sight of the Great Ones. The Flutelings skipped, hand in hand, short curls bouncing underneath their little Fluteling caps. Their flutes were what connected each little hand. The Saxes happily sang, instruments carefully thrown into a wagon full of folders and music pulled by a stout burro. They rode on the back of the cart, swinging drinks about in joyous celebration. The Woodwinds had arrived.