There once was a father and son who both played drums together. They went, together, to the nearby village where a festival was happening and they both played their drums quite well. So well, in fact, that the villagers danced around them and payed them money for making all the music. At the end of the day the father and son had to walk by night through a woods frequented by thieves. The father told his son to play his drum like the royal guards would when they traversed the woods to make the thieves think they had guards with them. The son thought he knew best that loud and strong could push the thieves away. And at first this did. The thieves thought there was a royal party passing through the woods and they didn’t want to mess with the armed guards of the royal family. But the music never stopped and was clattered so globualike that the thieves soon realized that the sounds coming from the trail we’re too rambunctious to be the royal guards whom played clear and concise patterns of music. The thieves jumped in and took both the drums and all the money they earned that day.
See: The royal guard played diligently. The boy played hastely and gave away their predicament.
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