Author's Note: I don't own anything!

Summary: How Louis got his trumpet!

Little Louis was only a year old. He was a rather cute crocodile and a little on the chubby side. He loved to swim and play around, but nothing gave him more joy then listening to the sounds of music. Louis would travel away from his mother to follow the music wherever it was coming from. More than once, Louis's mother reminded him that he needed to stay close to her for not everyone liked their kind.

"Mama! It ain't fair," complained Louis.

"I know Louis, I know," his mother consoled Louis.

Louis would climb on a rock and would watch the boats sail by with envy. He could heard the violins, the cellos, the flutes, the banjo. Yes all the instruments sounded wonderful to him, but the instrument that his heart longed for was the trumpet. While living in the river, he heard many a great players. Louis dreamed of being able to play one. "Someday Imma play me the trumpet, and the whole world will love it!"

Louis grew older and got bigger. He would still sit on his favorite rock and watch the ships. "Louis!" his mother called.

Louis turned to face his mother. "We're goin home! Hurry up."

At that exact moment, a river boat was driving by. It had stopped off towards the side of the river. Louis was curious and he wanted to go over and check it out. "I'll catch up Mama," he called to his mother.

Louis swam over to the boat and found some stairs. He stood up on his backlegs and walked into the boat. "Wow!" he exclaimed as he started to walk around.

As soon as he turned the corner, people were sitting down dinning eating dinner and when they saw Louis, everyone started to scream. People began to run in different directions and were bumping into each other. Louis was confused. "Wait! Please!" he begged.

No one was listening to him in the midst of the chaos. Poor Louis. He tried to run and hide and he opened the first door he could find. He walked inside and to his surprise he had walked into the music room. So many instruments. He almost fainted from excitement. And then out of the corner of his eye, he saw the trumpet. He walked over and picked it up. Louis opened his mouth and began to play. He played for several minutes and paused when the door opened. Footsteps. Louis set down the trumpet and went to hide.

"Hello?" called a voice.

Louis didn't answer.

"Anyone here? I heard you playin and I have to say you're really good."

Louis peaked out from the corner. "Really?" he asked.

"I knew someone was in here," the voice continued.

Louis came out from the corner and walked out where he came face to face with one of the musicians. He was an older man with gray hair and eyes that were as brown as chocolate. "Oh my goodness!" exclaimed the musician.

"Please don't hurt me," Louis cried.

"I won't, but, I will say this! Someday, you are gonna be famous," the man smiled, "A crocodile that can play the trumpet."

Louis put the trumpet back and said, "I have to go now. My family is waiting for me."

"Take the trumpet with you."

"Are you serious?"

The old man handed him the trumpet. "Take care of yourself."

"You too."

And from that day on, Louis would play the trumpet on his favorite rock.