Once upon a time, there was a beach.
On the beach, many wharves and stages had been built, ripped apart by the pounding waves and sea ice and rebuilt time and again by fishermen too stubborn to quit. One fisherman built something on the beach out of brick. Whatever it was is long gone, but one lone brick remained.
Tossed and tumbled about on the shore, the brick gradually began to resemble the smooth beach cobbles, polished by the eternal surf. The brick never really fit in with its neighbours, however, retaining as it did its rough edges and knobbly texture.
It was picked up one summer day by a little girl who often came home with rocks in her pockets. As she wandered up the stairs from the beach, she looked across the road at the bright green house . . . .
with the bright yellow piano in the driveway.
The brick was an untraveled sort of brick. He’d never really seen much of life outside the beach for many years, so perhaps it’s understandable that his surprise at seeing a piano in the driveway made him hold his breath and turn invisible.
The little girl had a rather different reaction to the piano.
She ran off to find someone to give her piano lessons.
She and her Mom wandered for days over the barren moorlands beyond the piano’s house.
The little girl met a goat, and asked her if she taught piano.
“Sorry,” said the goat. “I can only play the horn.”
The little girl continued her journey and eventually saw some other creatures in the distance.
They started coming over.
For some reason, the little girl’s Mom didn’t notice the horses. She kept looking in the wrong direction.
She didn’t even see them when they got REALLY close.
The brick had had enough by this point. He scrambled out of the little girl’s pocket and still invisible, scurried away. The little girl felt him drop, and asked the horses to help her look for the brick. She was afraid he would get lost.
The horses were only too happy to help. They looked near:
But they couldn’t find the brick.
What will happen next? Will the brick overcome his hippophobia? Will the little girl find someone to give her piano lessons?
Only time will tell. . . .