I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Just Living Is Not Enough... One Must Have Sunshine, Freedom, And A Little Flower.

Far Out In The Ocean, Where The Water Is As Blue As The Prettiest Cornflower, And As Clear As Crystal, It Is Very, Very Deep; So Deep, Indeed, That No Cable Could Fathom It: Many Church Steeples, Piled One Upon Another, Would Not Reach From The Ground Beneath To The Surface Of The Water Above. There Dwell The Sea King And His Subjects.

At First She Was Overjoyed That He Would Be With Her, But Then She Recalled That Human People Could Not Live Under The Water, And He Could Only Visit Her Father's Palace As A Dead Man.

Farewell, Farewell," Said The Swallow, With A Heavy Heart, As He Left The Warm Countries, To Fly Back Into Denmark. There He Had A Nest Over The Window Of A House In Which Dwelt The Writer Of Fairy Tales. The Swallow Sang "tweet, Tweet," And From His Song Came The Whole Story.

The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad Alike.