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Ghosts at my castle pay rent. I made that clear to them on the first night. The Gray Lady cleans the silver. The headless knight holds the door, since he needs no room to turn. One old monk was late with his share, and I made him haunt the neighbors.

Lions roar because they have a sore throat. I learned this in Morocco, when one came at me with his mouth open. I stuck in my arm and a lemon drop. He purred, he blinked, and he followed me to Fez. The ruler there gave him a seat on the council.

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.

Butterflies lifted my carriage over the Pyrenees after the mules gave out. I whistled up about a million of them and tied each to the roof with a silk thread. The flight was smooth, though quite pale and dusty. Customs officers at the border charged me for one very large moth.

A pig named Clementine taught me French. She had the better accent. We toured the salons of Paris together, and she.