Mona. Oh not at all. Go on! I’ve heard a tale.
Like yours before. It’s very like a whale.
Noo. My tail! there’s more behind. He then seized me
And shipped me off, a little boy, to sea.
For many years I’ve wandered as a sailor,
And earned my salt as cook on board a whaler.
Shipwrecked upon this most unkindly shore,
I’ve lived a wretched life ten years or more.
The manikins who live down there below,
Took me, and made me giant in a show: