When I wrote my surreal microfiction in years past, many the time I would remember a dream I had the previous night and stumble down to my computer to convert the dream into words, sometimes with very little editing.

After reading a number of reviews of this book here on Goodreads, I had a dream about the book last night that I turned into the following microfiction – no editing, this was the actual dream, beginning to end. Apologies to fans of our current president – please keep in mind the muse can work in strange ways. Anyway, here it is:

THE BABOON CONCERTO
The musicians in a symphony orchestra are all set to play their next piece of classical music to a full house. It’s a concerto for bassoon.

Out comes the bassoonist in his tuxedo. None other than our current president.

There’s murmuring among both the audience and the members of the orchestra for the bassoonist isn’t holding a bassoon, he’s carrying a baboon. The conductor cries: “What on earth are you doing!”

The bassoonist replies calmly: “A bassoon is a reed instrument. I stuck a reed in the baboon’s throat. When I squeeze its belly, it plays beautiful bassoon music.

The conductor raises his baton and the orchestra starts playing. The bassoonist doesn’t miss a note.

Following the last rousing phrases of the concerto, the orchestra stands to bask in the glow of a standing ovation. The bassoonist and his baboon likewise stand and take their bows, both grinning their silly grins.