As soon as he turned it on

The wind outside of his room

Stirred up for a few seconds



He thought to himself

"i'll climb out my window

And go sit out there with my radio"



Out the window he went

Sitting against a small stump

Behind some flowerbeds



The light from his bedroom window he could still see

The music of bach was playing



After a while it began to sound distant

As the young prince gazed at this radio on his knee

The music was floating away from his hearing



What could be happening

He took it off of his knee

And put the radio to his ear

Nothing happened



Then the transistor left his hands

And was floating in the mid-air

Two feet off the ground



As the prince laughed

It suddenly turned around

And it was light green phosphourous in color



Dancing back and forth

The magic transistor

Started moving down his path



He could hear the sound out

Like nothing he had ever heard before



The trees were getting closer together

And flowers glowed with tinges of magic light

As he followed thinking to himself

"what's going on?"



The transistor lifted slowly

Up to the top of a little tree

And sat there

While it slowly became louder

To where the prince could hear it clearly



Fireflies shot across the path in front of the prince

He turned around and couldn't see the light from his window

There he was watching all alone all by himself

He got a hunch to get back to his room

And he turned and ran right back






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