Duplicate metas, b

Crocodiles on the Nile have poor teeth, and I was their first dentist. I propped the jaws open with my sword and went in with pliers up to my waist. Forty patients lined up on the bank. They paid in lost rings, old sandals, and one slightly chewed Egyptian prince.

Cobblers in Vienna made me a pair of boots that argued. The left wished to go to Italy. The right preferred the sea. I split the difference and walked to Trieste, where they shook hands and calmed down. I still keep them apart at night, to be on the safe side.

Mermaids sing badly, and someone had to tell them. I sailed to the rocks near Corfu with a music stand and a stern look. We worked on breathing and pitch. After a year they could hold a note. Now ships crash there only on purpose, just to catch the show.

Lightning struck my left boot outside Prague. I felt only a tickle. For a week after that, I could light candles with my toe and start a stove by stamping. The local priest made me stand in the church aisle at Advent, and we saved a fortune on wax.

Venice sat on dry land until I came to town. The streets were dusty.