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Sea serpents are shy and prone to tears. I met one near the Hebrides and told it a sad tale about my horse. It wept a fresh lake. We talked for nine hours. I tied its neck in a bow, at its own request, and it thanked me warmly.

Moths ate every uniform in my regiment one night in Kiev. We woke in our skin at a bad time, for the enemy had come. The sight of six hundred bare men running at them in the snow was too much. They left at once, and they never wrote.

Honey was scarce the year my bees went on strike. They wanted shorter days and larger flowers. I met their queen in the orchard, and we talked it over with great care. I gave them the whole of Bohemia in bloom. They gave me a barrel a day, and a small medal.

Anchors never held my ship in a blow, so one night I dropped my wife's cousin over the side. He was a heavy man with firm opinions. The vessel stopped dead. He sat on the sea floor until dawn, and he complained of the damp for the rest of his days.

Oysters at Ostend gave me a bright idea. I fed a hundred of them on my.