The Real Story of the Yamaha Keyboard
Part one
Many years ago when I was in the navy we went to Burma, Rangoon actually. We were to escort the Duke of Edinburgh on his tour of the Far East. Whilst there I had the opportunity to go on an elephant hunt. Come the morning of the adventure, six of us naval chaps were on the quarterdeck with our rifles awaiting the arrival of our host. Eventually a rickety old bus pulled up and an eminent Burmese gentleman alighted, trotted up the gangway, and confronted us with; “What are you doing with those guns? Put them away, someone may get hurt. What you need for an elephant hunt is a first aid box, binoculars and a radio.” (No mobile phones in those days.) That sounded logical.
We went and suitably armed ourselves with the required equipment and boarded the bus.
The Burmese gentleman then raced the bus at breakneck speed through the city and out into the country. After a while he stopped and invited us to follow him into the jungle. After about fifteen minutes’ walk we arrived in clearing where the Burmese gentleman told us to climb up into the trees, turn on our radios and hide. He then proceeded to produce a blackboard and chalk. Upon this board he wrote ‘2 + 2 = 5’ and then proceeded to hide in a tree.
After a short while a female elephant came into the clearing, looked at the board, started to laugh and went on her way. Five minutes later about twenty-five elephants came into the clearing all staring and laughing at the board. It was then our radios came to life and the Burmese fellow told us to open our first aid boxes. In there is a brown paper sick bag and tweezers. Now take your binoculars and look through them the wrong way around. All the elephants are tiny, so pick them up with your tweezers and put them into your paper bag.