Max Found Two Sticks

A strong breeze shook the tree in front
of his house, and Max saw two heavy twigs fall to the ground.
“What are you gonna do with those sticks?”
Max’s grandpa asked as he washed the front
windows.
Not saying a word, Max tapped on his thighs, Pat… pat-tat.
Putter-putter… pat-tat. His rhythm imitated the sound of the pigeons, startled into flight.
When Max’s mother came home carrying new hats for his twin sisters, she asked, “What are you doing with Grandpa’s cleaning bucket, Son?”
Max responded by patting the bucket, Tap-tap-tap.
Tippy-tip… tat-tat. He created the rhythm of the light rain falling against the front windows.
After a while the clouds moved on and the sun appeared. Cindy, Shaun and Jamal showed up drinking sodas. “Hey, Max! Whatcha doin’ with those hatboxes?”
Again Max didn’t answer. He just played on the boxes, Dum… dum-de-dum.