52.1 "Sorry to disapoint you guys. But I can't play a.. whatever you said it was. I can't even play a bloody slide whistle!"

"No, we have documents firmly establishing your identity as the Hurdy Gurdy Player." They say, handing you a pile of documents. One is in tagalog, one is in farsi, one is in apache... they all have your picture on them, but you can't understand a word of any of them.

"Are any of these in english or russian?" You ask.

No, but if you still don't believe it... They produce a large cask covered in strange runes and jewels. They open it and bring out an object with a crank and some keys. Your heart begins to pound with some mysterious anticipation. One of them takes your hand and place it on the crank, and an electric thrill pulse through your body. You touch the keys and experience a sense of rapture. It is the secret music of your very soul! You are in ectstasy.

They put you on a throne. Seven small stoney men appear and lift the throne onto their shoulders. "It is the second coming of the Hurdy Gurdy Player!" The hooded men say.

You travel the world, playing the hurdy gurdy. In great concert halls, in the Himalayas, on the bottom of the ocean, people listen. In bombay, eating salty peanuts and drinking thai whiskey. People listen.

THE END