The Little Boy and the Big Trombone

Once there was a little boy, who lived in a little village where all its inhabitants were also very little.

Their houses were little, and so was their food, their plates, cups, books and  pets. Even Their dreams were very very little.

The little boy loved  playing with his little friends, to  walk with his little best friend to school each morning, to write with his little pencil,  to draw little drawings,  to eat little snacks while reading his little books, but most of all he loved the sound of a  big trombone.

The little boy dreamed of playing the big trombone and performing in front of a big audience in a big hall at a very big city of a big big country.  But in his little village people played only little instruments: they played a harmonica, a triangle,  a xylophone, or a little organ, but no one dared thinking of playing a trombone, or a cello or even a electric guitar which were so big.

That’s why the little boy kept his little dreams to himself for a long long time. he waited for them to become so little until they disappear , but  instead they grew bigger and  bigger  and bigger until one day he felt he had to tell someone about them.

And so he went to his mother and said:
“Mom, will you please buy me a trombone? I really love Trombone music and I dream of being a big big trombonist one day”.
“Are you kidding?” Said his mother. ” How could a little boy such as yourself play a big trombone?  Why don’t you finish eating your little salad now and practice your math a little? ”
The little boy frowned, swallowed more of his big dream, and   went off to his little room.

The next day the little boy went to his father and said:
“Dad, could I please learn to play the trombone? I dream of being a big trombonist one day” .
“Come on boy, don’t be foolish.” Said his dad. “Your body is so little…you don’t have enough air to blow the trombone. Come, let’s ride our bikes a little and then order a little pizza.”
“I think I’ll go to sleep now, dad”, said the boy, and went off to his room swallowing some more of his big dream.

The next day the little boy decided to turn to his little best friend. His little best friend noticed that the little boy was sad and that he didn’t even want to race him or ask for a bite of his sandwich, as usual, and when the little boy told his little best friend about his dream, he said:
“That’s funny, haa haa haaa…. I imagine you with that big trombone and I can’t stop laughing.. oh.. you are so funny…ha  ha ha…”
And while his  little best friend continued laughing, the little boy just smiled  and swallowed a huge amount of the air of his dream and continued walking on their way back home…

And so as days went onand the little boy’s dream grew bigger  and bigger until he decided to tell it to his teacher Miss Little.

“Could I learn playing the trombone at school, Miss Little?? I dream of being  a big big trombonist  one day” said the little boy.

His teacher, Miss little was surprised. She was a very smart lady who always had a n answer to everything, but now she simply stared at the little boy for a whole minute and then said “ Ammmmm Ammmmmmmm.  I don’t think I have ever heard a trommm trommmmb, what was that you said?”
“Never mind, Miss little…thank you   anyway”, said the little boy, swallowing big amount of dream and returned to his little desk in  his little class.

Few weeks had passed by where the little boy swallowed more and more of his dream until he was so heavy, that he felt he couldn’t even walk to school or play with his friends. his  parents were very worried  about him so they decided to take him to the doctor.

The doctor with the little spectacles  looked at the little boy, checked his little throat, his little ears and little nose but found nothing. He asked the little boy what hurt him and why he feels so heavy, but the little boy was so full from his swallowed dreams that who could not answer.

The doctor  thought for  a little and then said: “I think… that this little boy is very healthy. But it seems he has a lot of air inside of him. I think that in order to be cured he will have to  let out all of his air.  I would  say approximately 2 kilos of air every day for the following 6 months. And come visit me a little while later for a check up.”

And so on their way home. The little boy and his parents thought how the little boy could let out so much air everyday.. they continued  thinking  as they were walking until they saw a  music store window pane which showed some musical instruments. In the middle of all instruments stood a big gold trombone .They all stopped, watched the big trombone for several minutes and then smiled. They all undersatood how the little boy  could let all his air out..

By blowing this big trombone..

Tonight, There is a little man in a big  hall in front of a big big audience, in a big city in a very big country , blowing a big trombone  and still letting his air out.

His air  tonight turns to beautiful sounds which fill  the people’s heart  in the hall with many many big dreams.