English, Audiobook, Fiction Narrative
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phew! Well, now that the housekeeping is done, I can finally relax. What shall I do first. Oopsy daisy watch where you're going, little sweet. What happened, darling, Whatever is the matter, You know what they say. Gone tomorrow. Our troubles of today will be gone tomorrow. Hold your head up. Because to every dark cloud there's a silver lining. You hear me? A silver lining. The best and shiniest and brightest. Mhm. To her surprise, Maria was beginning to grow attached to the wondrous new land she had found herself in. She missed her heard back home. Of course, she also missed the sweet taste of the bluegrass in the valley where she was raised, but she liked walking around leaving hoof prints in the freshly fallen snow. She liked gazing at the tall tower that rose up from behind the castle walls and imagining what magnificent view it offered out onto the kingdom grounds. But most of all, she liked her new friend. One day she asked the White Knight whether he might allow her to climb the tower to see if she could spot her homeland off in the distance. Well, Maria, the night responded with slight hesitation. You see the staircase leading up to the tower is very narrow and I'm not sure that a four legged cow like yourself would be capable of making the trip up. Never say, never! Proclaims Maria, as she instantly stood upright on her hind legs and began marching towards the castle gates. Call me Ishmael, some years ago. Never mind how long, precisely having little or no money in my purse and nothing particular to interest beyond shore. I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth, whenever it is a damp, drizzly november in my soul. Whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet, and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and methodically knocking people's hats off. Then I account it high time to get to see as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish, Cato throws himself upon his sword. I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this, if they but knew it. Almost all men in their degree sometime, or other cherish. Very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the man. Hey, does belted round by wharves as indian isles, by coral reefs. Commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right and left the streets. Take you water word. It's extreme downtown is the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves and cooled by breezes which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water geysers there