This charming and imaginative tale for young listeners was written by my dad, Louis W. Lewis, for my older sister when she was little. That’s been some time ago now, but the music and story have stuck with me all these years. I finally decided that we just had to record it. My dad, an accomplished flutist who played for a little while with the Dallas Symphony, wrote not only the narrative but the flute music as well. We enlisted the help of Matt Eakle (of the David Grisman Quintet) to play flute and Heather Rowntree to read the story. Artwork was supplied by (my best friend since fourth grade) Dana Everts Boehm.
– Laurie