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BRASS SECTION, GO Out of her trumpet flies a tiny whale, and the trumpeteer stealthily stuffs him into her pocket. She runs away to a dark alley, and carefully places the little whale in a dumpster where hundreds of other miniscule whales reside, swimming in a pool of water. The mother whale swoops down from the sky and opens her mouth, letting the little whales in. SHRinks and goes through a portal in the blacktop. In this parallel universe, the sky is the ocean and the ocean is the sky. Little birds swim through the watery sky. One of the birds lets out the sound of a goat. The sound of a man screaming in horror. He holds the key. To