The sirens. The myth of the ship crashes.
On the waves Of death, ships crash every day. the tale gOes that when the fOg rOlls Over the sea and the ships are blind Of what’s ahead.
the siren cOmes Out and she sits alOne. she sings tO the ships with her beautiful sOngs in her Own language. she sings lOudly tO draw the ships tO the rOcky shOre. this is her stOry.
“brush, brush, brushing my lOng pretty hair Oh yes Oh yes i’m the petty siren the sailOrs fear. isn’t that right flOssy the cute, fluffy unicOrn?”
• the siren says and turns and lOOks at flOssy waiting fOr a replay. she stOps reading and says, ”yOu are the prettiest siren i knOw.” she said this fOr she was pretty but she was the Only siren she knew.
“What happened to the other sirens?” Flossy asked. “They said I was not bright, and I left them." She gives a loud sigh.
“i dOn’t knOw where they are nOw flOssy, i dOn’t knOw?”
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tO be cOntinued.