Thursday, April 30, 2009

A Story Told by an Old Moravian Flute Player

A very important king hired a whole orchestra to play for him one night during his supper, just because he felt lonesome.

This orchestra played great and the king was so delighted that before going to bed he said, “Boys, your playing gave me the whips and jingles, and just for that you can all go to my counting house and fill your instruments with gold pieces.”

I can still hear that happy clatter as sack after sack of golden tiddlies streamed into the tuba and slithered down the neck of the bassoon and spilled out over the bells of the French horns.

And there I stood with my piccolo.

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