Tiny tainted guitar

I bought a tiny guitar today. It doesn't look like a guitar. It sounds like one though. In my head, I'm playing the blues on a beach at sunset to a crowd of smiling brazilian girls. One of them passes me a cigarette. The waves lap in. There was a barbecue earlier, and we had freshly caught fish. I've a cold bottle of beer beside me, the moisture on the side slowly dripping down onto the sand.

My brother, however took a different view of it. See, the guitar isn't guitar shaped. It's more...

He started leaping around the kitchen playing greensleeves and looking for directions to the renaissance fayre.

Totally tainted forever. Now in my brazilian beach daydream, I have a jester suit on.