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(Fance, 1950) 

A ray of sunlight peeked through the Pine Marten’s window, as he cooked breakfast. Alone, as always, the Pine Marten lived a calm life, loving his small Kitchen-House, food, his time, and most importantly, his jazz. [cue: Sweet Georgia Brown – Sam Castandet]

Each and every day the Pine Marten played along to Sam Castandet’s Sweet Georgia Brown, as the leftover smell of breakfast lingered in the air of the small Kitchen-House and with a small fedora, he played and played only to dream of the day that he’d be able to play for all of Paris.

Then the Pine Marten started to dance along with the radio, full of inexplicable joy, he continued to get lost in the rhythm of the music, letting go of every little trouble that haunted him, and solely focusing in the vast array of emotions that he felt while he listened, played or danced to jazz.

As noon arrived, knocking on his door there’d come a lovely Polecat that heard him play all morning, but just didn’t have the courage to engage in conversation with him until now.

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“Can you play for me?”, she asked.

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“Sure, what would you like to hear?”, the Pine Marten replied.  

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“Stella by Starlight”

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“You sure got good taste”, he said

He sat on his stool and played for her, she loved every second of it. The afternoon went on and they danced and danced, swaying side to side and enjoying the now cold air of the night as it ran through the curtains of the small Kitchen-House, together having the time of their lives, they both agreed to a meeting the next day. It became clear to the Pine Marten that he was about to experience something completely new. [cue: The Way You Look Tonight – Thelonious Monk]

Days went by and in no time they were falling in love, cooking, dancing, playing music and walking through the streets of Paris, finding new purpose in their lives, caring for each other, and above everything else, being happy.

Their daily meetings turned into long nights of mesmerizing excitement when they went out to dinner or to Le Caveau de la Huchette to watch Sidney Bechet’s Midnight Show, and so many others.

The Pine Marten couldn’t believe that his passion had led him to true love.

And so their love grew stronger than any love that was ever known…

One day  the Pine Marten woke up to an afternoon without a knock on the door, he got worried and wandered through the streets of Paris in search for his loved one, finding no luck, he returned home to a cold Kitchen-House, with no music on the radio. [cue: My Funny Valentine – Miles Davis]

Alone, again he stared at the empty walls of the Kitchen-House, and a table set for two. Day after day he wandered the same streets of Paris, visited the jazz club, only to find no sign of her, wasting his time day after day to no avail. Every morning he would get up and sit on his piano stool only to find no inspiration nor motivation to play along to the radio, slowly but surely losing his passion for music, he rendered it useless now that he had no one to share it with.

And so the Pine Marten had created an empty life for himself, relying entirely on another being to fulfill his joy and to be happy…

He visits La Caveau de la Huchette from time to time, to reminisce about his former self, but always comes home to a quiet, empty Kitchen-House.