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Wolves in Poland once howled off key beneath my window. This pained my ears. I went out with a tuning fork and drilled them until dawn. By spring they sang in four parts. A bishop hired the pack for Easter, and the eldest wolf now earns more than any tenor in Warsaw.

Pirates boarded our ship off Tunis and asked for gold. I offered them a riddle instead. It was so hard that the captain sat down to think. His crew joined him. They are still there, I believe, and their beards have grown through the deck and out the hull.

Pancakes in Russia can serve as a roof. A widow near Tula made me one so wide that it shaded her whole yard. I tossed it for her, as a kindness. It came down on Saturday, over a village forty miles off, and the people there ate their way out.

A snail raced me from Naples to Rome, and I let him win. It took seven years, with stops. The crowds were dreadful. At the finish he was given a laurel no bigger than a coin, and he cried. I have seldom been so moved by an athlete.

Stars fall, as we all know, but few men catch one. I held out my dinner plate over Vienna and.