My brother, who is living with us until he gets married next week, proudly reported a three-tone fart to me the other night. The three tones were apparently just like the opening of Aaron Copland's 'Fanfare for the Common Man', conveniently enough, which led us into a duet rendition of that great work, for the human voice in imitation of other wind instruments...
Ahem. Scatology. Boys will be boys.
