Rick the Violinist

In the town of Vallamore lived Rick. He was the worst ever musician you had ever heard. He used to love to play the violin, but whenever he would play the flowers would wilt, the cats would screech, the dogs would howl, even the cows would leave their shed and run away! Everyone tried telling him not to play the violin, but Rick would not listen to anyone!

Rick’s neighbors were at their wits end, they wanted to get away from Rick. Everyday when he started the townspeople would come and throw stones in his house. “Stop playing Rick,” they would shout!

But, Rick was so fond of playing that he never bothered. He just kept on playing his violin! Now the people had enough, they wanted to throw him out of the town.

One day a terrible thing happened to Rick’s town, Vallmore. Enemy soldiers attacked the little town and they were mean and horrid. Every person in the village was made to march onto the streets. The fierce soldiers pointed their guns at them and asked them to all stand in a line. The people could not speak or cry, they had to stand silently in attention. Huge battle tanks with the latest weapons were pointed at them. The people of the town were really scared! The mayor of the town was put in prison.

“OBEY OUR ORDERS –The people of Vallamore!” shouted the general. “Otherwise the soldiers will shoot you!” The people were scared, hot and tired. The children began crying, their parents try to quieten them, but could not as they felt like crying themselves!

Now the General of the Army wanted to listen to some music of victory. The band of musicians of his army had not come with him - they had been left behind! The huge and ugly general sent his soldiers all the people to find out if there was a musician among them.

When the soldiers went to the mayor the town, he said, “Yes we have a musician, his name is Rick.” And then he added, craftily, “He can play the most wonderful music you have hear!”

So poor Rick was called in the front the huge and ugly general. “What do you play?” boomed the general fiercely.

Rick trembled and said, “I can play anything you ask me.” “Very good,” said the general, “Play some glorious battle music!”

Poor Rick was very scared when he saw the huge and ugly general along with his cruel and fierce soldiers. In a voice that shivered and quaked Rick cried, “Oh, good general I’ll play whatever you want, only let me go!”

Then Rick picked up his violin, closing his eyes he played the first note, “Scree-ee-eech, peee, tee, quee!” went the violin. The general cried, “Stop!” The soldiers fainted; everyone thought that their eardrums would burst. The music of the violin went screeching and weeping into the head of the general. He did not know what to do.

Rick just kept on playing; he thought that the general and the soldiers who had terrorized his town were enjoying the battle music. His violin went,“Scree-ee-eech, peee, tee, quee!”

The mean and horrid soldiers went running out off town, the general ran behind them, his hands covering his ears. They all ran as fast as they could and as far as they could. They ran off with their guns and huge battle tanks. They promised that they would never come back to this little town of Vallamore!

Rick became a hero. He could now practice the violin each and everyday. The people of Vallamore bought earplug, thick and strong earplugs that would keep Rick’s horrible music out of their ears. Even the animals were given special earplugs. Everyday when he practiced every single living creature wore earplugs. The plants were covered for the while so that they would not wilt.
So that’s the story of Rick the violin player of Vallamore, if you know any bad musician do let them practice, for you never know when you might need them!