Nestled in a picturesque ridge on the tallest hill in Hubei lay a peaceful Chinese village. The village was made up of many loving friends, families, and neighbors who lived harmoniously together.

One sunny day, a gust of wind carried the rambunctious sounds of a big city merchant who had plans to settle down into a provincial life, Angus was brimming with excitement at the prospect of making new friends. His joyous tunes could be heard throughout all of Hubei, much to his newfound neighbors’ dismay. As Angus and his many wares entered the unassuming village, his new neighbors bustled about quickly out of the square, into their homes as to avoid the deafening sounds of his songs and laughter. Upon entering the square, Angus grew quiet as he was quick to notice everyone’s aversion to what he could only assume was his entrance. Taking a moment to recollect himself, the jolly merchant knocked on the first door he came upon to begin introducing himself to his new neighbors.

The door opened and then quickly shut in his face. “We don’t like that kind of noise in this town; pack it up!” he heard from behind the door.” What prudes” Angus thought to himself. Maybe it was just a grumpy old man. He hopped over to the next neighbor to say hi. Again he was met with the same reaction and some choice words. Well Angus thought, “Everybody's a critic”. Angus thought his music was fine just the way it was, and he was not about to let some downers rain on his parade.

So Angus walked back to his house and plugged his electric guitar into his amplifier, and turned it up as loud as he could. He began to play and play sending shrieks of sound waves racing across the village. But little did he know that the sheriff lived right behind him Now the sheriff was a sound sleeper and it was not the sound of the electric guitar that woke him up, no it was the sound of his great great great grandmother’s antique, priceless vase shattering under the high frequency instantly. The sheriff's eyes shot open, he hopped out of bed, shoved on his pants and slapped his star on his shirt pocket, and ran out the door to the racket behind his house.