The Lost Bach Minuet Mark Smith For Grey The Bach Minuet has disappeared—too late the music teachers closed the window open to a scene of girls in tartans jumping rope. For days the missing minuet lurked about the town, drinking water from the birdbaths with the pigeons, stealing pizza toppings from the children, sleeping on a park bench painted green that overlooked the river, keeping quiet all the while so as not to give itself away as a minuet composed by Bach. When it attempted a disguise no one mistook it for a march by Sousa. People searched the Lost and Found and posted signs that read, LOST, MINUET BY BACH. But by then the little runaway, without a pack or walking stick, had reached the mountains where, when night fell, it took to teasing Ferde, a Giant Pyrenees who barked and barked when woken by the bells clanking on his bedded sheep. Small wonder when his shepherd, with puffy cheeks, was piping dances in his sleep.
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