Non indexable, near miss

Ants carried off my dinner table in Ceylon with me still seated at it. They moved in good order, and I kept eating. Soon we arrived at their hill. Their queen rose, gave a short speech, and asked me to pass the salt. I have rarely met better hosts.

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.

Spiders in my attic wove me a fine coat when my tailor died. It took them one summer. The sleeves were light, the collar was warm, and the pockets trapped flies for my lunch. I wore it to court, and three duchesses at once asked for the pattern.

Apple trees in Normandy once went on a long march to find better soil. I met them on the road and showed them the way to a valley near Rouen. They took root by supper. Every fall, in thanks, they drop their finest fruit straight into my open hat.

Gold fell from the ceiling when the Sultan laughed, or so his guards swore. I told him the.