Not so long ago I was actually in Plano, walking down the street, when I heard someone playing the piano, right there in Plano.

It was a strange tune, unlike any that I ever heard before.

"Now, who in Plano plays piano in such an odd and strange manner?" I asked myself, confessing that, absurd as it was, the tune was actually beautiful to the exquisite, despite the joy expressed within it.

Needing to know, I knocked upon the door. No one answered.

So I broke the law, broke into that house to see just who it was that was playing the piano in Plano.

Why, it was Duke! I did not know that Duke was Duke at the time and so I called him Dan. But it was Duke, all right, down there in Plano, playing the piano.

After reading his story, I must say that I am glad Duke has a save place where he can practice his art in peace, but I must say, it was mighty strange to break into a stranger's place down in Plano, only to find a cat playing a piano.

But oh! Could that cat play! It was strange, though. It was truly strange.