And he said, “For you, my Daughter, I have the best gift. An unique one. You’ll have the voice of a siren.”
“But I am a siren, Father!” Confusion was writ across her face. “I lured a bonny sailor to his death this very morn!”
“It adds not to one’s fame to send men to their doom. Try to save at least one life to tell the two things apart.”
And so her voice sounded like a warning siren from that day forth. And she saved many men from burning houses in the middle of the ocean. It was weird.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
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From luring sailors-to-their-death bitch to on-pitch siren. There’s an uplifting turn-around.
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Yes, a happy story at last! 😆
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Thanks for the tips time to analyse the wailing siren that often occur in my premise! 🤔 who is the black sheep?
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Hmmm… I wonder? 🤔😋
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Love it. It reminds me of Terry Pratchett.
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That’s high praise indeed! Thank you! 😄🙏
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