As soon as he turned it on, the wind outside of his room stirred up for a few seconds.He thought to himself,I'll climb out that window and go sit out there with my radio.Out the window he went, sitting against a small stump behind some flower beds.The light from his bedroom window he could still see.The music of Bach was playing.After a while, it began to sound distant as the young prince gazed at this radio on his knee.The music was floating away from his hearing.What could be happening?He took it off of his knee and put the radio to his ear.Nothing happened.Then the transistor left his hands and was floating in the mid-air two feet off the ground.As the prince laughed,it suddenly turned around and it was light green phosphorous in color.Dancing back and forth, the magic transistor started moving down his path.He could hear the sound coming out like nothing he had ever heard before.The music of Bach.The trees were getting closer together.And flowers glowed with tinges of magic light.As he followed, thinking to himself,What's going on?The transistor lifted slowly up to the top of a little treeand sat there while it slowly became louderto where the prince could hear it clearly.Fireflies shot across the path in front of the prince.He turned around and couldn't see the light from his window.There he was, watching, all alone, all by himself.He got a hunch to get back to his room.And he turned and ran right back.