Murderus laughter

Murderus laughter

Murderous Laughter

From world famous violinist to a murderer was the headline
of our newspaper.

I knew the man a musical genius but so shy he only made
recordings and appeared

on radio. You never get famous unless people see you in the
flesh so magazines

can publish a picture of you shaking hands with politicians
and see the blessed one

with movie stars, he was persuaded to give a life concert.
The hall was full as he

entered the stage applause broke this was a highlight, no
doubt a musical genius.

 As his music filled
hearts with the immense beauty, he became taller and his

trousers fell to his ankles. Dead silence, then nervous giggles
that ended with

 hysterical laughter
from his audience who could not stop laughing, concert over.

He went to live in Alentejo in Portugal; no one knew him,
got a job as a shepherd,

had a room next to the sheep, but took his meals in the
kitchen. One day a tourist on

a walking holiday came to the small farm asked direction
looked at the violinist and

said:” you are the one who lost his trouser on the stage.”
The tourist told the story

of this to the farmer and his wife and the all laughed,
dogs, cats and the mouse

in the corner. The musician got up went to the barn picked
up a pitchfork and stabbed

the poor tourist to death and, at last, the laughter
stopped.