He sat there waiting for the door bell to ring. “Ding dong, ding dong,” the door bell went.
“Finally!” Jim shouted.
He had sat their for hours, days even. Running to the door he opened it.
“My accordion!” Jim shouted before realising a fisherman was standing in front of him.
“Here you go,” the fisherman said whilst plonking a box of fish in front of him.
“Oh…..thanks.”
The fisherman walked away. Behind him stood the postman, “For….hmm…Jim Sanga?”
“Thats me!” said Jim Sanga.
Handing over a small box, opening it carefully he took out the accordion. He had watched lots of people play and studied it a lot. All he had to do was learn to play. After hours of practising and failing he finally got a song.
“I have the song,” he shouted.
The night of the festival came. He sung his heart out and hoped he would bring cheers to the town. He did.
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