Orphaned at a young age, Wee Gillis divided the year between his two families. Not quite fitting in with either one, he tried to appease them the best he knew how. In the foggy highlands of Scotland he would sit still for hours on a rock, holding his breath not to scare the stags he was watching for his father’s relatives. In the vast lowlands of the country, he would use all his might to call the cattle home that his mother’s family owned.
The day came when Wee Gillis was asked to decide which family he would choose to be with forever. Uncles from both sides walked him halfway up a hill to a place that was exactly between the highlands and the lowlands, trying to convince Wee Gillis that their own side of the family was the perfect fit for him. Amid all the commotion, Wee Gillis noticed a stranger who had come up behind them. Destitute, the man lamented that he had built the biggest bagpipes in all of Scotland for use on this exact spot, but could no longer play them because he made them too big. Both of Wee Gillis’s uncles tried to play them but each lacked the skill it took for the instrument. Finally Wee Gillis picked them up and used all of his might to blow into the tremendous pipes, making a tremendous sound. Now having found his true calling, he sits in a spot exactly between the highlands and the lowlands, playing music for all of Scotland to hear.

Orphaned at a young age, Wee Gillis divided the year between his two families. Not quite fitting in with either one, he tried to appease them the best he knew how. In the foggy highlands of Scotland he would sit still for hours on a rock, holding his breath not to scare the stags he was watching for his father’s relatives. In the vast lowlands of the country, he would use all his might to call the cattle home that his mother’s family owned.
The day came when Wee Gillis was asked to decide which family he would choose to be with forever. Uncles from both sides walked him halfway up a hill to a place that was exactly between the highlands and the lowlands, trying to convince Wee Gillis that their own side of the family was the perfect fit for him. Amid all the commotion, Wee Gillis noticed a stranger who had come up behind them. Destitute, the man lamented that he had built the biggest bagpipes in all of Scotland for use on this exact spot, but could no longer play them because he made them too big. Both of Wee Gillis’s uncles tried to play them but each lacked the skill it took for the instrument. Finally Wee Gillis picked them up and used all of his might to blow into the tremendous pipes, making a tremendous sound. Now having found his true calling, he sits in a spot exactly between the highlands and the lowlands, playing music for all of Scotland to hear.