Good morning! It’s Wednesday, and I’m wondering if Old Man Cooter might have installed some of those musical tiles in our woods. But where? Did he conceal them under a pile of leaves? Beneath a mound of moss? Or did he rig up something more elaborate, like a secret playroom that can only be accessed by pulling down on a branch of a nearby tree? I suspect the animals are in on it, so I’ll be following tracks in the snow and listening for muffled chimes beneath my feet.