Little Drummer Boy

My little brave Sam. fearless of everything (except for the scary wolf hands of course, and loud noises, and things that jump out at him and yell BOO! and... I could go on forever.) went to school to pick me up with my mom one day, when I had stayed after to practice my percussion. (rocking out on the drum set).
I was playing in one of the individual practice rooms that they have in the percussion room, I was playing so loudly, that I had been paged three times on the intercom, and hadn't heard a single thing! After some time, my mom decided to walk to the room I was in and pick me up herself.
Mom and Sam could here me playing as soon as they came inside the percussion room (of course I was still in one of the little practice rooms that were off to the side). As my mom and brave little Sam came in, Sam suddenly heard the scary thump, thump, thump, of the drum. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" He screamed. "AAAAAHHH!!!!" thump, "AAAAAAHHH!!!!" thump, "AAAAAAHHH!!!!" I then saw my mom and stopped playing. Immediately after, Sam stopped screaming.
As I opened the door to the practice room Sam bolted in. "Come on Sam." I said. Then started walking away. I stopped when I suddenly heard Sam in the practice room, stretching up as much as he could so that he could touch the snare drum with the palm of his hand. Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh. My mom and I burst out laughing! Brave little Sam is called brave little Sam for a good reason!(He can really face his fears.)