The Prince Who Was A Piccolo E-Book

Barbara Roman

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

When his father, the King, demands that the Prince be a “Royal Trumpet”, the unhappy boy brings doom and gloom to the kingdom until a mystical maiden guides him to finding his own unique music.

Barbara Roman's 'The Prince Who Was A Piccolo' teaches children about self-esteem, asserting independence, attitudes, and being comfortable with their own identity. They will also learn about different musical instruments and the influence of music on our lives and emotions. There are mystical qualities in the story as it metaphorically touches on meditation, intuition, and spiritual guidance.

Beautifully illustrated by Vladimir Cebu, this book is a rich learning experience for children, as they learn about music instruments, and ways to express their emotions.

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THE PRINCE WHO WAS A PICCOLO

BARBARA ROMAN

Illustrated byVLADIMIR CEBU

CONTENTS

The Prince Who Was A Piccolo

Author BIO

Books by B. Roman

Copyright (C) 2021 by Barbara Roman

Character and scene illustrations by Vladimir Cebu

Cover art by Vladimir Cebu

Published 2022 by Next Chapter

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.

Once upon a time, the King of Camelittle worried he would be the last King to grace the Royal Throne. So, just before the Queen gave birth to their very first child, the King summoned the Royal Prophet and asked him, “What do you see for my child’s future?”

“I see that your child will be a he.”

The King was pleased. “A Prince! How wonderful.”

“And,” the Prophet added, “he will be a musical instrument.”

“A musical instrument!” the King cried. “I don’t want a musical instrument to inherit my kingdom. I want a real, live son!”

“They will both be one and the same,” the Prophet assured the King.

The Queen, on the other hand, was very happy about this and asked, “What kind of musical instrument will my son be?”

“That will be for him to decide,” the Prophet said, “and for you and the King to accept.”

“A Prince to decide what he will be,” the King huffed. “No, that is not acceptable. “I will decide, for I am the King and what I want the Prince to be, he will be.”

“Then beware,” the Prophet warned, “for your Prince will have a very unhappy life, indeed.”

* * *

When the Prince was born, the King and Queen were so happy they forgot about the Prophet’s warning.

The Queen crooned as she cradled the little Prince in her arms. “He’s so beautiful. Maybe he’ll grow up to be a flute, and create gentle, poetic music.”

“No son of mine will be a flute,” the King pooh-poohed the Queen’s notion. “I’d be the laughingstock of the kingdom. Flutes are so…so…“

“Sensitive?” the Queen suggested.

“Sissified is more like it,” the King snorted. “If he is to be a musical instrument of any kind, he will be a trumpet. Yes, that’s it. A Royal trumpet. He will be the focal point of every royal celebration, and herald the news of all my Kingdom’s royal victories.”

“But what if he is unhappy being a trumpet? Remember the Royal Prophet’s warning.”

“He’s a Prince. Princes have no choices. Not until they become Kings.” And on that, the King was firm.

* * *

Over the years, the Prince grew up to be a very agreeable young man, except when he had to practice being a trumpet. All he did was make a terrible noise. He kept the servants up so late at night with his bleating that they fell asleep during the day.

The Queen worried that the Prince might be straining himself. The King just stuffed his ears with cotton and told the Prince to keep on practicing until he got it right.

But instead of becoming a perfect trumpet, the Prince kept getting worse and worse, which made him very dismayed.

On the advice of the Royal Physician, the Prince took long walks every day by the lake at the edge of the forest. One day, the Prince was sitting on the shore, sulking about his lot in life, when he heard the most beautiful song.

There, across the lake, was a lovely maiden washing her long hair in the water and drying it in the sunshine. Her voice was so soothing that it melted the Prince’s despondency completely away.

“Yours is the loveliest singing I have ever heard, the Prince complimented the maiden. “What kind of musical instrument are you?”