Beaker hangs in the corner of my classroom (just west of Skippy my resident gargoyle) and is the silent observer of all that goes (and doesn't go) on. Last year one of my students, Amber, was deathly afraid of him--in spite of Beaker's best efforts at offering gifts and peace offerings. Today, however, Beaker finds his voice and raises it in a song of joy! This Beethoven movement has a special place in my heart. My youngest son at two could not only hum it perfectly but could give rightful credit to the composer AND even the nickname of the symphony as well. He was a great parlor trick in Austin, Texas, in those days.
I love Beaker. . . what a hoot.
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