Picture an Austrian village with huge mountains, hills, green grass, and one dancing man twirling merrily atop the grassy hills, singing and dancing. His eyes are filled with joy and he gazes at the scenery, as his brown hair flops.

The hills are alive,

With the sound of music,

With songs they have sung,

For a thousand years,

The hills fill my heart,

With the sound of music,

My heart wants to sing every song it hears,

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise,

From the lake to the trees,

My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies,

From a church on a breeze,

To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls,

Over stones on its way,

To sing through the night,

Like a lark that is learning to pray,

I go to the hills,

When my heart is lonely,

I know I will hear,

What I've heard before,

My heart will be blessed,

With the sound of music,

And I'll sing…

once more

As he finished the song with a peaceful sigh, he realized something. He was terribly late! He started to run off quickly, but turned back to grab his wimple that he had left lying on the grass. Then he was off.

Meanwhile, in a convent in the town of Salzburg…

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah,

Hallelujah…

Brothers enter the convent chapel in song, praising the Lord. After the service, several of them gathered around.

"Reverend Father." Brother Nick addressed the Head of the Abbey, Wesley Davidson. "I simply cannot find him."

"Kurt?" Reverend Father enquired.

"He's missing again."

"We should've put a cowbell around his neck." Brother Thad put in.

"Have you tried the barn? You know how much he adores the animals." Reverend Father asked again, ignoring Brother Morgan.

"I have looked everywhere. In all of the usual places."

"Brother, considering it's Kurt…I suggest you look in someplace unusual." Reverend Father said with a small smile.

Brother Nick nodded hesitantly, and went off to find Kurt.

"Well, Reverend Father…I hope this new infraction ends whatever doubts… you may still have about Kurt's future here." Brother Thad spoke.

"I always try to keep faith in my doubts, Brother Thad." Reverend Father reminded.

"After all, the wool of a black sheep is just as warm." Brother David entered the conversation in Kurt's favor.

"We are not talking about sheep, black or white, Brother David." Reverend Father reprimanded.

"Of all the candidate for the novitiate, Kurt is the least-"

"Children, children." Reverend Father interrupted Brother Thad. "We were speculating about the qualifications of our postulants. The Mister of Novices and the Mister of Postulants…were trying to help me by expressing opposite points of view. Tell me, Brother Jeff, what do you think of Kurt?"

"He's a wonderful boy, most of the time."

"Brother Trent?"

"It's very easy to like Kurt…except when it's difficult."

"And you, Brother Joe?"

"Oh, I love him very dearly. But he always seems to be in trouble, doesn't he?"

"Exactly what I say." Said brother Thad with a firm nod.

She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee,

Her dress has got a tear,

He waltzes on his way to Mass and whistles on the stair,

And underneath his wimple he has curlers in his hair,

I've even seen him singing in the abbey,

He's always late for chapel,

But his penitence is real,

He's always late for everything,

Except for every meal,

I hate to have to say it but I firmly feel,

Kurt's not an asset to the abbey,

"I'd like to say a word on his behalf"

"Say it, Brother David."

Kurt makes me laugh,

How do you solve a problem like Kurt?,

How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?,

How do you find a word that means Kurt?,

A flibbertigibbet,

A will-o,

The wisp,

A clown,

Many a thing you'd like to tell him,

Many a thing he ought to understand,

But how do you make him stay and listen to all you say?,

How do you keep a wave upon the sand?,

How do you solve a problem like Kurt?,

How do you hold a moonbeam…

in your hand?,

When I'm with him I'm confused out of focus and bemused,

And I never know exactly where I am,

Unpredictable as weather,

He's as flighty as a feather,

He's a darling,

He's a demon,

He's a lamb,

He'll out pester any pest drive a hornet from its nest,

He can throw a whirling dervish out of whirl,

He is gentle,

He is wild,

He's a riddle,

He's a child,

He's a headache,

He's an angel,

He's a boy,

How do you solve a problem like Kurt?,

How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?,

How do you find a word that means Kurt?,

A flibbertigibbet,

A will-o,

The wisp,

A clown,

Many a thing you'd like to tell him,

Many a thing he ought to understand,

But how do you make him stay and listen to all you say?,

How do you keep a wave upon the sand?,

How do you solve a problem like Kurt?,

How do you hold a moonbeam…

in your hand?,

Suddenly, Kurt came into the abbey, slamming the door behind him. he raced to the water well, splashed water on his face quickly, then started to run past the Brothers. He stopped, realizing that he had indeed passed them and knew that they had seen him. he turned to face them.

"You may go in now, Kurt."

He nodded, and walked in.