Hugo (pictured) didn’t really mind, being a violin; violins enjoyed a long life, didn’t have to worry about eating, drinking or what to wear, and they created a lot of beautiful music. He didn’t even mind being called a “fiddle,” playing country, folk, Texas Swing and blue grass music. His one wish was that sometime he could play something really classy(ical?), maybe  Bach’s Violin Concerto orTchaikovsky’s Swan Lake . . .