Taking his Charango, he bent his index finger and used it to strum the strings his thumb acting as the head of the butterfly. Suddenly, a butterfly came to him and said, “My boy, why don’t you strum your Charango as I strum my wings.” Then the boy looked and spread his fingers like the butterfly wings. “What is this?” said the boy, “why have I travelled so far only to find butterflies?” Tired and angry he rested. On the third day of his journey he reached the mountain top. Its’ wings flapped wide, and the boy once again heard the strumming of the Charango. On the second day he came closer to the mountain top. Deep in his slumbers, he saw butterflies in his dreams, he could hear the sound of a strumming Charango, but could not make sense of its’ meaning. There he rested and waited till the sun set. ” The Llama responded by saying “ Walk up the mountain top and you will meet one there.” The boy walked and walked till he reached a small shack. The boy said “I am looking for a Charango master. One day while in search of a Charango master he encountered a Llama. The boy too, wanted to play it different from all the rest. THE CHARANGO Legend of the Charango A legend tells of a little boy from a far, far away village who would listen to the Elders play their Charango.
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