Bradley

Bradley was a trumpet player. Every morning time, he would bring him and trumpet to the highest hill in his living community to play the trumpet. Not that he was anything good at trumpet. He was just loud, in a trumpetish way. Down in the village thar townes people would call up to him in multiple colours. "Hark thoust Bradley. What in the name of thoust god are thoust doing??" But of course Bradley kept playing , ignoring their techno babble, and continued his blowing of brass.