Dragons Guitar Lesson
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Dragon wrote to Santa one day;
he requested, of all things, a shiny
guitar and lessons so he could learn to play.
Christmas came and went with his guitar beneath the tree and a pile of cash to pay for his lessons.
So, off he flew to his teacher’s
place and he was gone quite awhile.
When he came home, his fingers wore bandages.
“What happened?” I asked him.
He replied, “I…I broke’em…” and he unwrapped one scaled digit;
“My claws, I broke’em on the guitar.
Will they come back?” he asked with dragon tears.
“I don’t know,” I replied; “Maybe; they will;
I mean people’s do.”
Again his eyes teared. “How can I play now?” he asked.
“We’ll find a way” I told him and off to the music store
I went for some adjustable finger picks.
Dragon was ecstatic as, I put them on and adjusted them to his size. The next lesson I bandaged his fretting hand; adding small bits of cotton balls to each finger and helped him put on his picks. Off he flew to his lesson. It worked beautifully and before long he was picking
like a pro.
One day he packed his bags and guitar for vacation, we thought. A week later we tuned into, “The Grand Old Opry” and there was dragon pick’in, grinn’in and sing’in right beside Ricky Skaggs!
We knew right then we’d lost another dragon to fame, but we really are proud of all of our dragons and occasionally, they all come home for visits. The whole neighborhood rings with music for hours.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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