It's a Fiddle

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Fiddle Around

On a dark and stormy night in a holler of the Blue Ridge Mountains, a circle of instruments banded together at Mordecai’s Tavern as they had every night since before the revolution. Their human muses possessed the same last names in the 1700s as they did in the 2000s.

A shiny four-stringed diddy stepped hesitantly into the ragtag’s circle. The banjo looked her over and cawed toward the others, ““A book-red raised on Brahms, Tchaikovsky, and Vivaldi, I reckon.”

The dulcimer, mandolin, and, bass tightened their strings regarding the stranger with the same caution one has when coming upon a polecat in the backwoods.

“Bless your heart, you’re chancy,” the mandolin plucked at the newcomer.

The shiny violin surprised them all by humming a familiar reel. The bass twitched, it was her favorite tune. The dulcimer and mandolin shrugged and joined in.

The banjo held out twenty-four beats, taking time to admire the swift vibrations singing from the four-stringer’s fingerboard, his head falling in love with her tail piece and slender neck. She wasn’t no gussied-up violin, this sweetheart, who was setting his heart a quiverin’, was pure fiddle.