Once upon a time, in a world where the animals ruled the earth, there lived an armadillo. Our little armadillo had a tough leathery shell on his exterior. But his interior was soft and sensitive with a heart for music, of all things.

On this morning the little armadillo trudged slowly to the marshes to hear the song of the frogs after a rainfall. Their harmonious croaks filled the air and the little armadillo was happy and content. “Oh to be able to croak like a frog!” the armadillo thought.

After some time passed, the lily pads went silent and the croaking frogs went back to their frog business of catching flies, mosquitoes, moths and dragonflies for their supper. With the concert over the little armadillo trudged on to the meadow where the crickets lived.

The crickets were in fine tune and their tiny chirps filled the air with notes high and a pleasing: chi chi chi chi they sang over and over again. The little armadillo was enjoying the recital all through the night until dawn came and the crickets rested. “Ah, my cricket friends, I wish I could join your chorus!” The little armadillo spoke through the tall grasses.”

Our little friend slowly continued his journey until he got to the forest. Here amongst the trees, flora, and fauna was an orchestra composed of fine feathered songbirds of many species. There were nightingales, finch, thrush, and sparrows. There was even a vociferous cockatoo and a cuckoo bird who joyfully repeats his namesake note.

But the star of the show was the canary section. These little warblers were a marvel in song. Their voices unraveled like silk. They hit the high notes while the low notes rose to meet them. The tunes were playful and majestic all at the same time. The voices of the canary birds sounded like angels singing to the little armadillo. And that was when the idea hatched...READ MORE