No one could believe that it was a little boy that made this wonderful music. They thought it must be an adult.

So unbelievable was his talent, that he was taken to the Archbishop's castle up on the hill and locked in a tower with nothing but a bed, a table, music paper and pens.

They wanted to find out, once and for all, if this young boy was truly the composer of all this new music.

Wolferl was such a happy little boy. He wasn't afraid at all. In fact, he actually enjoyed looking down on the streets of Salzburg from his room above the trees.

"This is a nice tune,"
he thought.
"I'm going to write it down."

So he did, and he kept on writing music, putting to paper all the music that danced in his head. Every few hours, however, he would grow tired and drop off to sleep.

Not for long though!

All that music playing in his head would ultimately wake him up to notes he would put down on the paper.

The music must come out!

About a week later . . .

the Archbishop climbed the long, stone staircase to the tower and peeked through the keyhole to find Wolferl tired but happy. Behind him was a great pile of music. He had even finished music for the Archbishop's mass.

There was no doubt that the young Mozart was indeed the author of the fine music that had been delighting the town.