Sidney Stollet worked as a Clerk for an engineering company. He had dreamed of the day he could retire, and leave this drudgery behind him. After 43 years, and ten days, that day had finally arrived.
Sidney recieved his Gold watch and chain, his carriage clock and several small gifts from his colleagues. But, more importantly, Sidney's cheque for £80,000 from the Managing Director, Mr Boggins.
He had invested a small amount in 1930 and now, his good sense and careful planning, meant a care free retirement.
Sidney began the walk home from the factory for the last time. He was happy, and looking forward to starting his retirement with a new hobby.
The next day, Sidney walked to the local antique shop, once inside, he was drawn to a violin in a glass case, the like of which he had never seen. The man in the shop, told Sidney, that the violin was a Stradivarius.
Sidney did not hesitate, he paid the £20,000 and as he went to leave, the shop owner asked; "Do you play"? Sidney looked at the man and said; "No"!.
That afternoon, Sidney took the violin from it's case, and very gingerly, began to play. At first, he was nervous, but as his confidence grew, so did his ability to astound his family with the music he created from this small instrument.
Soon, the whole neighbourhood could hear him playing, and his unique style and grace attracted crowds outside the front door. The council, however, were not impressed, and he was told to stop annoying the locals.
Sidney, in desperation, went to the local park and sat under an elm tree, he played as quietly as he could. But, in the cool morning air, the notes rose, and floated on the sun kissed dew, attracting people in thier hundreds. Then the police turned up, and, giving him a warning about public order offences, moved him on.
Every time Sidney played, crowds gathered, and he was told to stop. Feeling dispondent, Sidney decided to take a holiday. In the travel agency, Sidney looked at a poster and asked about it's location. "It is the Serengeti Sir". He was told.
Sidney did not hesitate, he paid his money and within a week, was on the ship steaming to Africa.
On his arrival, the porters were there to meet him, and his guide could not do enough for the dapper little man from England.
Sidney woke in the early hours of the morning, he stepped outside his tent and walked to the edge of the camp that had been set up by the African servants, he now called friends. Sidney rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and watched the sun slowly rise, over the Serengeti Plain.
If he did not believe before, he did now, only a God could create such beauty and charm.
After breakfast, Sidney and his guide, walked several miles until they found a place with some shade. Sidney took his violin from it's case and began to play.
He played with his heart and soul, the music floating over the Serengeti and bringing a serenity that began to attract the wid animals.
At first, a couple of Giraffes walked over, and stood motionless, listening. Then, a pack of Hyenas sat close by.
As the music intesified, Wildebeast came by the hundreds, still and passive. Monkeys, Zebra, Antelope. The animals seemed to cleave to Sidney and his music.
Even a Pride of lioness sat and listened intently to the little man and his violin. The guide and his men could not believe what they were seeing, it was a miracle.
Out of nowhere, a dirty ragged one eared Lion came walking along, he pounced on Sydney, tearing him to pieces and smashing his violin on the ground. Sidney was dead.
As the Lion was walking away, one of the Monkeys said to it; "Why did you do that"? And the Lion put a paw to his ear and said; "Eh"?