Not boring

      Having made their way through the slightly ajar hatch, the rays of the sun slowly illuminated the room. They walked along the wooden bedside table, lit up the floor and remained on the wall, with their appearance, small specks of dust played with all the colors of the sunset, but they disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Dewey took a deep breath of fresh air coming in from the street and deftly jumped on the railing. Slipping down, he looked back at his brothers who were still coming down the stairs and jumped down from the railing. Huey was instantly distracted from his thoughts and turned on the light in the room, but still paid attention to him.       — Dewey, Uncle Donald did not allow us to ride on the railing on the boat. — Carefully descending the stairs, Huey easily ran his hand over the railing and noticing a thick layer of dust on his palm, he grimaced. — It's been a long time since he cleaned up here.       There was a quiet chuckle from Louie. Turning towards the sound, the young marmot sighed wearily, again feeling like the only reasonable drake in this room. Portraying from his hand Huey Louie parodied him, completely ignoring all his requests. The two brothers laughed and still looked at the offended — by the fact that, as usual, no one listens to him — Huey.       — Huey, you're as boring as Uncle Donald. — Noticing this, Dewey grinned, shifting his gaze to the laughing Louie, who had already imagined what kind of sailor Huey would be.       Huey tried to show with his whole appearance that he did not care about such narrow-minded people like them. He looked around Donald's untidy room, the wooden floor, the walls hung to the top with their old photos, an old sofa, an armchair near which stood a dusty guitar. The young groundhog blinked a couple of times and called his brothers over.       — Look, it seems to be someone's guitar. Huey gently blew off a layer of dust from her and looked at his surprised brothers. — Whose is it?       Huey thought and completely forgot about Louie and Dewey, for whom you need to keep an eye on. Grabbing the guitar, Dewey tried to play something, noticing that Louie snorted smugly and tried to take the instrument away from him.       — Let me play. — Louie grabbed the guitar and pulled on himself.       Dewey was not going to give away the thing he had just found so easily and jerked it on himself. Louie was about to reach for it, but then Dewey turned around a couple of times and hit the strings again. Not expecting this, Louie rolled his eyes and grabbed Louie by the elbow and snatched the guitar from him.       — That's enough, give me the guitar. — Noticing their fight, Huey pushed Louie away and also reached for her — You'll break her.       But before he even had time to grab the guitar, the door creaked from the side, and Donald appeared in the doorway. With his hands on his hips, Drake stepped into the room and looked at his nephews.       — What are you doing here? — Squinting, he approached them.       Louie shoved the guitar into Dewey's hands and stepped aside, hoping that Donald wouldn't notice. When Dew had a guitar in his hands, he turned around on the spot and quickly threw it back on the chair. Huey and Dewey tried to make as natural a look as possible and tried to justify themselves somehow. Tired of waiting for his brothers to say something, Louie calmly picked up the guitar and turned to Donald.       — Uncle Donald? Whose guitar is this? — Without thinking Louie handed him the guitar.       Donald, hearing this question, just exhaled and took the guitar from his hands and sat down wearily on a chair.       — This is my guitar. — Slightly twisting the strings, he looked at the surprised triplets.       All three of them looked at him in fascination, waiting for him to say that he was joking. Although no, that would be weird too.       — Really? Can you play something? — Dewey stared at him, he still couldn't believe it.       There was genuine interest in his eyes. Nevertheless, having decided to play something, Donald clamped some chord, but immediately removed it while examining the triplets.       — I haven't played for a long time, I probably don't remember anything anymore... — Donald lowered his gaze in confusion and lowered it to the floor.       Huey, Dewey and Louie became noticeably sad and, moving closer, began to beg him again.       — Please. — Louie pulled a string and looked up at his uncle.       Huey and Dewey gave out such an emotion on their face that Donald involuntarily felt guilty. And yet, having given up under the emotional pressure of his nephews, Donald focused on the guitar. His left hand rested lightly on the strings, pinching familiar chords, and his right hand struck the strings audibly. It was as if he was trying to remember how many years ago he played this very guitar. The next notes sounded much more confident. With each passing second, the melody became more and more familiar to Donald, he — it seemed to him — remembered everything that was connected with it. The nephews, on the other hand, gazed at him in fascination, their beaks slightly ajar. In his game, they noticed a familiar song that Donald often hummed out of boredom, they could not even think that he could play it on the guitar and not only her and many more songs. Smoothly playing the last chord, Donald looked at the triplets. All three of them couldn't say a word.       — Why didn't you tell us? — Dewey was the first to jump up from the sofa and ask a logical question.       But Donald didn't have an answer to that. He sighed, opened the door a little and looked at his nephews again.       — I didn't think you'd be interested. Having said that, Donald left the room.       His footsteps were heard outside the door on the stairs, then the creaking of the hatch was heard and through the crack they saw the sunlight illuminate the kitchen, which disappeared a second later, and Donald went outside. Huey, Louie and Dewey — all the same surprised — looked at each other.       — And everyone is like Uncle Donald is not as boring as you. — Slightly hitting Huey with his elbow, Louie laughed and pulled the brothers out of the room.