Prologue
I am an old bark piece and am becoming older as I write this. But once I was a young stick like you and I could play music like no ones lichen! ( play on word business) I could play out amazingly beautiful melodies ( ahem, don't mean to brag) and was different to every other piece of bark, log or stick. You see the art of music was banned when a wooden guitar was made ( * gasps * shock horror! Run for your life! ). The first time I held an instrument was when my great uncle Russel's death anniversary came around ( unfortunately he was turned into a guitar, *sighs* ) when I started plucking the strings my mother almost snapped me in half! I ran or rather scooted for my life and settled on a warm sunbathed patch of moss breathing hard. I sucked in the sun beam and let it fill up my body until I was full. I was young little stick I was foolish and stupid and I wished to learn to play an instrument and play for all the kings and queens of backyard. Was my wish granted we'll have to see...