One scorching hot winters day, a koala was born with the name SUMO branded on it's chest. This koala knew no reason why his name should be assumed to be anything other than SUMO, and so, he was called SUMO. The animals called him SUMO. The humans called him SUMO. The registrar of births deaths and marriages therefore called him SUMO...and so a name was given to this koala...SUMO. A name that was branded on his very chest...SUMO...okay, you get the picture, on with the final part to this epic story... Everywhere he flew, the lifeforms around him would chant his name until the Earth itself offered up it's voice and gave him the gift of music. 'I am SUMO', the koala said. 'I am here to make annoyingly catchy music'. THE END.