Now that Gus has conducted a thorough visual inventory of the hi-hat cymbals, it’s time to face the music (ahem) and learn to tolerate the noise they make. I barely touch the pedal, to make the cymbals tinkle, and he doesn’t love it. But he keeps coming back, and soon he’s nuzzling and lipping the cymbals himself. I back away from the pedal and let him make his own music, which he clearly enjoys. Just ten minutes earlier, he was fighting his fears to touch the goblin while it was silenced; now he’s banging away like a seasoned percussionist:
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