One evening, in the village of the Brothers Bula, a mysterious golden haired prince appeared from the distant lands of Belgique. The villagers were terrified and held a referendum to sever all connections with the lands from whence he came, but the young Brothers were not so terrified and gave the weary prince crumpets and tea.

They spoke at length on endless topics, from weather to literature, family to politics. Finally the Brother's asked "And what of the musique Belgique?" to which the prince replied "Alas, there is no musique Belgique." The trio retired to their beds.

The following day the Brothers decided something must be done "A country without music must surely be a terrible thing!" and so they convinced the prince to help them discover the musique Belgique. "But what shall I play?" asked the prince "There are few instruments fit for someone of my social standing."

The Brothers found the shiniest and most golden instrument that they possessed: the trumpet. "Oh but this is wonderful!" exclaimed the prince "It matches my hair ... Tell me, is it solid gold?" "Oh yes your majesty." chuckled the young mischievous Brothers.

The trio began to play.

As they played and played a wonderful thing happened. The villagers, previously terrified, began to unlock their doors, throw open the windows and run into the street "What is that marvellous sound?" they cried out "I think it is the Music of Belgium!" cried one of the more astute listeners "Look, the young prince is playing the trumpet." "But he is a prince no longer," the washer woman said "He is the trumpet king!"