As he looked around, he noticed Shorty sitting in the shade next to Smokey. Smokey was teaching the boy how to whittle. Little shavings had collected at their feet. Hunter walked over. “What ya doin’?” he asked.
Smokey and Shorty both looked up and smiled. “Smokey’s teaching me how to carve. Look, I’m carving a horse,” he said, holding up his work and revealing a shape that was a far cry from a horse.
“Um, that’s really awesome, Shorty.”
“Yeah, I know. Maybe someday I’ll be a famous violin maker,” he said, his eyes sparkling.
There was something remarkable about this kid.
“Do you want to learn?” asked Shorty, his big eyes examining Hunter.
“Naw. I’ll just sit here and watch you.”
Shorty immediately went into a narration that covered every second of the violin lessons they had had thus far. Hunter was amazed at the details that the young boy remembered. He made Hunter sound like the best teacher in the world. Smokey looked around Shorty, directly into Hunter’s eyes and winked. “You really that good, Pachelbel?”
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish