"So, tell me, sonny," the old man said, scratching his belly and wiggling his ears with an energy befitting a much younger man. "You's at all musical? Eh? Speak up, sonny."
Embarrassed, the young boy looked down at his feet, which were shuffling nervously. "Well," he said at length. "I do play a little violin."
Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a stringed instrument the size of a toothpick and struck up a lively rendition of "Heartbreak Hotel."