February 18, 2025 • 50 mins
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(00:05:12) Sleep Story - How The Whale Got His Throat
Host: Jessika Gössl 🌙
Writer: Rudyard Kipling ✍️
Includes mentions of: Whale, Fish, Ocean, Man ⭐
Welcome back, my friend. You've heard the saying, "Curiosity killed the cat," but long before that, people might have said, "Curiosity caught the whale." Tonight, we journey far back in time, into a Rudyard Kipling tale; when the world was still being shaped and its creatures had lessons to learn. ‘How the Whale Got His Throat’ is a whimsical story about a great whale whose curiosity (and appetite) led to an unexpected consequence.
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(00:05:12) Sleep Story - How The Whale Got His Throat
Host: Jessika Gössl 🌙
Writer: Rudyard Kipling ✍️
Includes mentions of: Whale, Fish, Ocean, Man ⭐
Welcome back, my friend. You've heard the saying, "Curiosity killed the cat," but long before that, people might have said, "Curiosity caught the whale." Tonight, we journey far back in time, into a Rudyard Kipling tale; when the world was still being shaped and its creatures had lessons to learn. ‘How the Whale Got His Throat’ is a whimsical story about a great whale whose curiosity (and appetite) led to an unexpected consequence.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Good evening and welcome to Rest, your sanctuary for peaceful
sleep and relaxation. Whether you're escaping daily stresses or seeking
a nightly companion, you're in the right place. My name
is Jessica, and I'll be your host this evening. Before
(00:27):
we begin, why don't you turn off your screens and
turn down your volume. Now that's done, let's unwind and
help you ease into a blessed rest. You have found
(00:51):
your way here once again, to this quiet, peaceful place
where the world slows and the weight of your day
gently drifts away. So take a moment to relax, find
(01:15):
the most comfortable spot imaginable, and just feel the day
melt away like a fading dream. There's nothing to do now,
nowhere to be, no one to see, just this moment,
(01:42):
this breath, this story, waiting to carry you into sleep.
Let's take a deep breath together. Inhale slowly, deeply, letting
(02:05):
the breath fill your lungs like the rising tide, and
now exhale, soft and easy, like the retreating waves rolling
(02:25):
back to the sea. Let's do that again, inhale, drawing
in stillness and calm, and exhale, releasing any persistent thoughts,
(02:51):
any uncertainties of the day. Feel yourself becoming lighter with
every breath, Floating on the edge of sleep. Now, imagine
the vast, endless ocean stretching out before you. The sky
(03:20):
overhead is painted in the soft hues of twilight stars
just beginning to flicker into view. The water is smooth,
dark as ink, rippling gently under the glow of the moon.
(03:49):
Somewhere far in the distance, a wail moves silently beneath
the surface, gliding through the water. Tonight we are journeying
(04:09):
long ago into a Rudyard Kipling tail, when the world
was still being shaped and the creatures within it had
lessons to learn. So as you close your eyes and listen,
(04:34):
follow my voice into calm. Let go of today, let
go of tomorrow. There is only this story, this moment,
(04:54):
and the steady rhythm of your breath. And now, my friend,
let us begin. How the whale got his throat in
(05:14):
the sea. Once upon a time, Oh, my best beloved,
there was a whale, and he ate fishes. He ate
the starfish and the garfish, and the crab, and the dab,
(05:42):
and the place and the dace and the skate, and
his mate and the mackerel, and the pickerel, and the
really truly twirly whirly eel. All the fishes he could
(06:12):
find in all the sea he ate with his mouth,
so till at last there was only one small fish
left in all the sea. And he was a small
(06:36):
stute fish. And he swam a little behind the whale's
right ear, so as to be out of harm's way.
Then the whale stood up on his tail and said,
(06:59):
I'm hungry. And the small stute fish said, in a
small stute voice, noble and generous cetacean, have you ever
tasted man? No, said the whale. What is it like? Nice,
(07:32):
said the small stute fish. Nice but nubbly. Then fetch
me some, said the whale, and he made the sea
froth up with his tail one at a time. Is enough,
(08:00):
said the stutefish. If you swim to latitude fifty north
longitude forty west, that is magic. You will find sitting
on a raft in the middle of the sea with
(08:26):
nothing on but a pair of blue canvas breeches, a
pair of suspenders you must not forget the suspender's best beloved,
and a jackknife. One shipwrecked mariner who it is only
(08:53):
fair to tell you is a man of infinite results
and sagacity. So the whale swam and swam to latitude
fifty north longitude forty west, as fast as he could swim,
(09:21):
and on a raft in the middle of the sea,
with nothing to wear except a pair of blue canvas breeches,
a pair of suspenders you must particularly remember the suspender's
(09:45):
best beloved, and a jackknife. He found one single solitary
shipwrecked mariner trailing his toes in the water. He had
(10:06):
his mummy's leave to paddle, or else he would never
have done it, because he was a man of infinite
resource and sagacity. Then the whale opened his mouth back
(10:30):
and back and back till it nearly touched his tail,
and he swallowed the shipwrecked mariner and the raft he
was sitting on, and his blue canvas breeches, and the suspenders,
(10:59):
which he you must not forget, and the jackknife. He
swallowed them all down into his warm, dark inside cupboards.
And then he smacked his lips so and turned round
(11:26):
three times on his tail. But as soon as the mariner,
who was a man of infinite resource and sagacity, found
himself truly inside the whales, warm dark, inside cupboards. He
(11:56):
stumped and he jumped, and he thumped and he bumped,
and he pranced, and he danced and he banged and
he clanged, and he hit and he bit and he leaped,
(12:27):
and he creeped and he prowled and he howled and
he hopped and he dropped and he cried and he
sighed and he crawled and he bowled and he stepped
(12:58):
and he left, and he danced hornpipes where he shouldn't.
And the whale felt most unhappy. Indeed, have you forgotten
the suspenders? So he said to the stute fish, This
(13:26):
man is very nubbly, and besides he is making me hiccup.
What shall I do? Tell him to come out, said
the stute fish. So the whale cooled down his own
(13:52):
throat to the shipwrecked mariner, come out and behave yourself.
I've got the hiccups. Nay, nay, said the mariner, Not so,
(14:15):
but far otherwise, take me to my natal shore and
the white cliffs of Albion, and I'll think about it.
And he began to dance more than ever. You had
(14:39):
better take him home, said the stute fish to the whale.
I ought to have warned you that he is a
man of infinite resource and sagacity. So the whales swam
(15:04):
and swam and swam with both flippers and his tail
as hard as he could for the hiccups. And at
last he saw the mariners natal shore and the white
(15:30):
cliffs of Albion, and he rushed halfway up the beach
and opened his mouth wide and wide and wide, and said,
(15:54):
change here for Winchester, ash willot naw Shua Keen, and
stations on the Fitchburg Road. And just as he said,
Fitch the mariner walked out of his mouth. But while
(16:23):
the whale had been swimming, the mariner, who was indeed
a person of infinite resource and sagacity, had taken his
jackknife and cut up the raft into a little square grating,
(16:48):
all running criss cross, and he had tied it firm
with his suspenders. Now you know why you were not
to forget the suspenders. And he dragged that grating good
(17:11):
and tight into the whale's throat, and there it stuck.
Then he recited the following sloka, which, as you have
not heard it, I will now proceed to relate by
(17:38):
means of a grating. I have stopped your ating. For
the mariner was also an Hibernian, and he stepped out
on the shingle and went home to his mother, who
(18:03):
had given him leave to trail his toes in the water.
And he married and lived happily ever afterward. So did
the whale. But from that day on, the grating in
(18:28):
his throat, which he could neither cough up nor swallow down,
prevented him eating anything except very, very small fish. And
that is the reason why whales nowadays never eat men,
(18:56):
or boys or little girls. The small stute fish went
and hid himself in the mud under the dorsills of
the equator. He was afraid that the whale might be
(19:22):
angry with him. The sailor took the jackknife home. He
was wearing the blue canvas breeches when he walked out
on the shingle. The suspenders were left behind, you see,
(19:47):
to tie the grating with And that is the end
of that tail. Quietly absorb the soothing words, for soon
we shall embark on this journey once more, immersing ourselves
(20:10):
in the warmth of the narrative, once again in the sea.
Once upon a time, Oh, my best beloved. There was
a whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish
(20:38):
and the garfish, and the crab, and the dab, and
the place, and the dace and the skate and his mate,
(20:59):
and the mackerel and the pickerel and the really truly
twirly whirly eel. All the fishes he could find in
all the sea he ate with his mouth, so till
(21:27):
at last there was only one small fish left in
all the sea. And he was a small stute fish.
And he swam a little behind the whale's right ear,
(21:51):
so as to be out of harm's way. Then the
whale stood up on his tail and said, I'm hungry.
And the small stute fish said, in a small stute voice,
(22:17):
noble and generous cetacean, have you ever tasted man? No,
said the whale. What is it like? Nice, said the
(22:38):
small stute fish. Nice but nubbly. Then fetch me some,
said the whale, and he made the sea froth up
with his tail one at a time. Is enough, said
(23:05):
the stutefish. If you swim to latitude fifty north longitude
forty west, that is magic. You will find sitting on
a raft in the middle of the sea, with nothing
(23:31):
on but a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair
of suspenders you must not forget, the suspenders, best beloved,
and a jackknife, one shipwrecked mariner, who it is only
(23:58):
fair to tell you is a man of infinite resource
and sagacity. So the whale swam and swam to latitude
fifty north longitude forty west as fast as he could swim,
(24:26):
and on a raft in the middle of the sea,
with nothing to wear except a pair of blue canvas breeches,
a pair of suspenders you must particularly remember, the suspenders,
(24:50):
best beloved, and a jackknife. He found one single solitary
shipwrecked mariner, trailing his toes in the water. He had
(25:11):
his mummy's leave to paddle, or else he would never
have done it, because he was a man of infinite
resource and sagacity. Then the whale opened his mouth back
(25:35):
and back and back till it nearly touched his tail,
and he swallowed the shipwrecked mariner and the raft he
was sitting on, and his blue canvas breeches, and the suspenders,
(26:04):
which you must not forget, and the jackknife. He swallowed
them all down into his warm, dark inside cupboards, and
(26:24):
then he smacked his lips so and turned round three
times on his tail. But as soon as the mariner,
who was a man of infinite resource and sagacity, found
(26:50):
himself truly inside the whales, warm, dark, inside robs, he
stumped and he jumped, and he thumped and he bumped,
(27:12):
and he pranced and he danced and he banged and
he clanged and he hit and he bit and he leaped,
(27:33):
and he creeped and he prowled and he howled and
he hopped and he dropped and he cried and he sighed,
(27:55):
and he crawled and he bowled and he stepped and
he leapt and he danced hornpipes where he shouldn't. And
the whale felt most unhappy. Indeed, have you forgotten the suspenders?
(28:25):
So he said to the stute fish, This man is
very nubbly, and besides he is making me hiccup. What
shall I do? Tell him to come out, said the
(28:50):
stute fish. So the whale cooled down his own throat
to the ship precked mariner. Come out and behave yourself.
I've got the hiccups. Nay, nay, said the mariner, not so,
(29:21):
but far otherwise take me to my Natal shore and
the white cliffs of Albion, and I'll think about it.
And he began to dance more than ever. You had
(29:44):
better take him home, said the stutfish to the whale.
I ought to have warned you that he is a
man of in infinite resource and sagacity. So the whales
(30:07):
swam and swam and swam with both flippers and his
tail as hard as he could for the hiccups. And
at last he saw the mariner's Natal shore and the
(30:35):
white cliffs of Albion, and he rushed halfway up the
beach and opened his mouth wide and wide and wide,
(30:56):
and said, Jane, here for Winchester, ash Willot, Nashua, Keen,
and stations on the Fitchburg Road. And just as he said,
(31:19):
Fitch the mariner walked out of his mouth. But while
the whale had been swimming, the mariner, who was indeed
a person of infinite resource and sagacity, had taken his
(31:44):
jackknife and cut up the raft into a little square
grating all running chriss cross, and he had tied it
firm with his suspenders. Now you know why you were
(32:06):
not to forget the suspenders. And he dragged that grating
good and tight into the whale's throat, and there it stuck.
(32:27):
Then he recited the following sloka, which, as you have
not heard it, I will now proceed to relate by
means of a grating. I have stopped your ating. For
(32:53):
the mariner was also an Hibernian, and he he stepped
out on the shingle and went home to his mother,
who had given him leave to trail his toes in
(33:13):
the water. And he married and lived happily ever afterward.
So did the whale. But from that day on, the
grating in his throat, which he could neither cough up
(33:39):
nor swallow down, prevented him eating anything except very, very
small fish. And that is the reason why whales nowadays
never eat men, or boys or little girls. The small
(34:08):
stute fish went and hid himself in the mud under
the dorsills of the equator. He was afraid that the
whale might be angry with him. The sailor took the
(34:33):
jackknife home. He was wearing the blue canvas breeches when
he walked out on the shingle. The suspenders were left behind,
you see, to tie the grating with And that is
(34:58):
the end of that tale. As the tail unfolds once more,
let it wash over you, resonating in the quiet corners
of your mind. Soon we'll retrace our steps through the
(35:21):
corridors of this narrative, finding comfort and familiarity in the words.
Once again. In the sea, once upon a time, Oh,
my best beloved, there was a whale, and he ate fishes.
(35:51):
He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab,
and the dab, and the place, and the dace, and
the skate, and his mate, and the mackerel and the
(36:19):
pickerel and the really truly twirly whirly eel. All the
fishes he could find in all the sea he ate
with his mouth, so till at last there was only
(36:48):
one small fish left in all the sea. And he
was a small stute fish. And he swam a little
behind the whale's right ear, so as to be out
(37:10):
of harm's way. Then the whale stood up on his
tail and said, I'm hungry. And the small stute fish said,
in a small stute voice, noble and generous cetacean, have
(37:39):
you ever tasted man? No, said the whale, What is
it like? Nice? Said the small stute fish. Nice, But nubbly.
(38:03):
Then fetch me some, said the whale, and he made
the sea froth up with his tail one at a time.
Is enough, said the stute fish. If you swim to
(38:27):
latitude fifty north longitude forty west, that is magic. You
will find sitting on a raft in the middle of
the sea with nothing on but a pair of blue
(38:51):
canvas breeches, a pair of suspenders. You must not forget,
the suspender's best beloved, and a jackknife. One shipwrecked mariner,
(39:12):
who it is only fair to tell you is a
man of infinite resource and sagacity. So the whale swam
and swam to latitude fifty north longitude forty west, as
(39:38):
fast as he could swim, and on a raft in
the middle of the sea, with nothing to wear except
a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair of s suspenders.
(40:02):
You must particularly remember the suspender's best beloved, and a jackknife.
He found one single solitary shipwrecked mariner trailing his toes
(40:24):
in the water. He had his mummy's leave to paddle,
or else he would never have done it, because he
was a man of infinite resource and sagacity. Then the
(40:47):
whale opened his mouth, back and back and back till
it nearly touched his tail. And he swallowed the shipwrecked
mariner and the raft he was sitting on, and his
(41:13):
blue canvas breeches, and the suspenders, which you must not forget,
and the jackknife. He swallowed them all down into his warm,
(41:35):
dark inside cupboards. And then he smacked his lips so
and turned round three times on his tail. But as
soon as the mariner, who was a man of infinite
(42:02):
resource and sagacity, found himself truly inside the whales warm
dark inside cupboards, he stumped and he jumped, and he
(42:23):
thumped and he bumped, and he pranced and he danced
and he banged and he clanged and he hit and
(42:44):
he bit and he leaped, and he creeped and he
prowled and he howled and he hot and he dropped
(43:04):
and he cried and he sighed and he crawled and
he bawled and he stepped and he leapt and he
danced hornpipes where he shouldn't, and the whale felt most unhappy. Indeed,
(43:36):
have you forgotten the suspenders? So he said to the
stute fish. This man is very nubbly, And besides, he
is making me hiccup? What shall I do? Tell him
(44:03):
to come out, said the stute fish. So the whale
cooled down his own throat to the shipwrecked mariner, come
out and behave yourself. I've got the hiccups. Nay, nay,
(44:33):
said the mariner. Not so, but far otherwise, take me
to my natal shore and the white cliffs of Albion,
and I'll think about it. And he began to dance
(44:57):
more than ever. You had better take him home, said
the stute fish to the whale. I ought to have
warned you that he is a man of infinite resource
(45:18):
and sagacity. So the whales swam and swam and swam
with both flippers and his tail as hard as he
(45:39):
could for the hiccups. And at last he saw the
mariner's natal shore and the white cliffs of Albion, and
he rushed halfway up the beach and opened his mouth
(46:05):
wide and wide and wide, and said, change here for Winchester,
ash Willot, Nashua, Keen, and stations on the Fitchburg Road.
(46:32):
And just as he said, Fitch the mariner walked out
of his mouth. But while the whale had been swimming,
the mariner, who was Indeed, a person of infinite resource
(46:57):
and sagacity had taken can his jackknife and cut up
the raft into a little square grating, all running chriss cross,
and he had tied it firm with his suspenders. Now
(47:20):
you know why you were not to forget the suspenders.
And he dragged that grating good and tight into the
whale's throat, and there it stuck. Then he recited the
(47:46):
following sloker, which, as you have not heard it, I
will now proceed to relate by means of a grating.
I have stopped your ating. For the mariner was also
(48:12):
an Hibernian, and he stepped out on the shingle and
went home to his mother, who had given him leave
to trail his toes in the water. And he married
(48:35):
and lived happily ever afterward. So did the whale. But
from that day on, the grating in his throat, which
he could neither cough up nor swallow down, prevented him
(49:00):
eating anything except very, very small fish. And that is
the reason why whales nowadays never eat men, or boys
or little girls. The small stute fish went and hid
(49:29):
himself in the mud under the dorsials of the equator.
He was afraid that the whale might be angry with him,
the sailor took the jackknife home. He was wearing the
(49:54):
blue canvas breeches when he walked out on the shingle.
The suspenders were left behind, you see, to tie the
grating with And that is the end of that tale.
(50:22):
Have a blessed rest, sweet dreams, good night,
Good evening and welcome to Rest, your sanctuary for peaceful
sleep and relaxation. Whether you're escaping daily stresses or seeking
a nightly companion, you're in the right place. My name
is Jessica, and I'll be your host this evening. Before
(00:27):
we begin, why don't you turn off your screens and
turn down your volume. Now that's done, let's unwind and
help you ease into a blessed rest. You have found
(00:51):
your way here once again, to this quiet, peaceful place
where the world slows and the weight of your day
gently drifts away. So take a moment to relax, find
(01:15):
the most comfortable spot imaginable, and just feel the day
melt away like a fading dream. There's nothing to do now,
nowhere to be, no one to see, just this moment,
(01:42):
this breath, this story, waiting to carry you into sleep.
Let's take a deep breath together. Inhale slowly, deeply, letting
(02:05):
the breath fill your lungs like the rising tide, and
now exhale, soft and easy, like the retreating waves rolling
(02:25):
back to the sea. Let's do that again, inhale, drawing
in stillness and calm, and exhale, releasing any persistent thoughts,
(02:51):
any uncertainties of the day. Feel yourself becoming lighter with
every breath, Floating on the edge of sleep. Now, imagine
the vast, endless ocean stretching out before you. The sky
(03:20):
overhead is painted in the soft hues of twilight stars
just beginning to flicker into view. The water is smooth,
dark as ink, rippling gently under the glow of the moon.
(03:49):
Somewhere far in the distance, a wail moves silently beneath
the surface, gliding through the water. Tonight we are journeying
(04:09):
long ago into a Rudyard Kipling tail, when the world
was still being shaped and the creatures within it had
lessons to learn. So as you close your eyes and listen,
(04:34):
follow my voice into calm. Let go of today, let
go of tomorrow. There is only this story, this moment,
(04:54):
and the steady rhythm of your breath. And now, my friend,
let us begin. How the whale got his throat in
(05:14):
the sea. Once upon a time, Oh, my best beloved,
there was a whale, and he ate fishes. He ate
the starfish and the garfish, and the crab, and the dab,
(05:42):
and the place and the dace and the skate, and
his mate and the mackerel, and the pickerel, and the
really truly twirly whirly eel. All the fishes he could
(06:12):
find in all the sea he ate with his mouth,
so till at last there was only one small fish
left in all the sea. And he was a small
(06:36):
stute fish. And he swam a little behind the whale's
right ear, so as to be out of harm's way.
Then the whale stood up on his tail and said,
(06:59):
I'm hungry. And the small stute fish said, in a
small stute voice, noble and generous cetacean, have you ever
tasted man? No, said the whale. What is it like? Nice,
(07:32):
said the small stute fish. Nice but nubbly. Then fetch
me some, said the whale, and he made the sea
froth up with his tail one at a time. Is enough,
(08:00):
said the stutefish. If you swim to latitude fifty north
longitude forty west, that is magic. You will find sitting
on a raft in the middle of the sea with
(08:26):
nothing on but a pair of blue canvas breeches, a
pair of suspenders you must not forget the suspender's best beloved,
and a jackknife. One shipwrecked mariner who it is only
(08:53):
fair to tell you is a man of infinite results
and sagacity. So the whale swam and swam to latitude
fifty north longitude forty west, as fast as he could swim,
(09:21):
and on a raft in the middle of the sea,
with nothing to wear except a pair of blue canvas breeches,
a pair of suspenders you must particularly remember the suspender's
(09:45):
best beloved, and a jackknife. He found one single solitary
shipwrecked mariner trailing his toes in the water. He had
(10:06):
his mummy's leave to paddle, or else he would never
have done it, because he was a man of infinite
resource and sagacity. Then the whale opened his mouth back
(10:30):
and back and back till it nearly touched his tail,
and he swallowed the shipwrecked mariner and the raft he
was sitting on, and his blue canvas breeches, and the suspenders,
(10:59):
which he you must not forget, and the jackknife. He
swallowed them all down into his warm, dark inside cupboards.
And then he smacked his lips so and turned round
(11:26):
three times on his tail. But as soon as the mariner,
who was a man of infinite resource and sagacity, found
himself truly inside the whales, warm dark, inside cupboards. He
(11:56):
stumped and he jumped, and he thumped and he bumped,
and he pranced, and he danced and he banged and
he clanged, and he hit and he bit and he leaped,
(12:27):
and he creeped and he prowled and he howled and
he hopped and he dropped and he cried and he
sighed and he crawled and he bowled and he stepped
(12:58):
and he left, and he danced hornpipes where he shouldn't.
And the whale felt most unhappy. Indeed, have you forgotten
the suspenders? So he said to the stute fish, This
(13:26):
man is very nubbly, and besides he is making me hiccup.
What shall I do? Tell him to come out, said
the stute fish. So the whale cooled down his own
(13:52):
throat to the shipwrecked mariner, come out and behave yourself.
I've got the hiccups. Nay, nay, said the mariner, Not so,
(14:15):
but far otherwise, take me to my natal shore and
the white cliffs of Albion, and I'll think about it.
And he began to dance more than ever. You had
(14:39):
better take him home, said the stute fish to the whale.
I ought to have warned you that he is a
man of infinite resource and sagacity. So the whales swam
(15:04):
and swam and swam with both flippers and his tail
as hard as he could for the hiccups. And at
last he saw the mariners natal shore and the white
(15:30):
cliffs of Albion, and he rushed halfway up the beach
and opened his mouth wide and wide and wide, and said,
(15:54):
change here for Winchester, ash willot naw Shua Keen, and
stations on the Fitchburg Road. And just as he said,
Fitch the mariner walked out of his mouth. But while
(16:23):
the whale had been swimming, the mariner, who was indeed
a person of infinite resource and sagacity, had taken his
jackknife and cut up the raft into a little square grating,
(16:48):
all running criss cross, and he had tied it firm
with his suspenders. Now you know why you were not
to forget the suspenders. And he dragged that grating good
(17:11):
and tight into the whale's throat, and there it stuck.
Then he recited the following sloka, which, as you have
not heard it, I will now proceed to relate by
(17:38):
means of a grating. I have stopped your ating. For
the mariner was also an Hibernian, and he stepped out
on the shingle and went home to his mother, who
(18:03):
had given him leave to trail his toes in the water.
And he married and lived happily ever afterward. So did
the whale. But from that day on, the grating in
(18:28):
his throat, which he could neither cough up nor swallow down,
prevented him eating anything except very, very small fish. And
that is the reason why whales nowadays never eat men,
(18:56):
or boys or little girls. The small stute fish went
and hid himself in the mud under the dorsills of
the equator. He was afraid that the whale might be
(19:22):
angry with him. The sailor took the jackknife home. He
was wearing the blue canvas breeches when he walked out
on the shingle. The suspenders were left behind, you see,
(19:47):
to tie the grating with And that is the end
of that tail. Quietly absorb the soothing words, for soon
we shall embark on this journey once more, immersing ourselves
(20:10):
in the warmth of the narrative, once again in the sea.
Once upon a time, Oh, my best beloved. There was
a whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish
(20:38):
and the garfish, and the crab, and the dab, and
the place, and the dace and the skate and his mate,
(20:59):
and the mackerel and the pickerel and the really truly
twirly whirly eel. All the fishes he could find in
all the sea he ate with his mouth, so till
(21:27):
at last there was only one small fish left in
all the sea. And he was a small stute fish.
And he swam a little behind the whale's right ear,
(21:51):
so as to be out of harm's way. Then the
whale stood up on his tail and said, I'm hungry.
And the small stute fish said, in a small stute voice,
(22:17):
noble and generous cetacean, have you ever tasted man? No,
said the whale. What is it like? Nice, said the
(22:38):
small stute fish. Nice but nubbly. Then fetch me some,
said the whale, and he made the sea froth up
with his tail one at a time. Is enough, said
(23:05):
the stutefish. If you swim to latitude fifty north longitude
forty west, that is magic. You will find sitting on
a raft in the middle of the sea, with nothing
(23:31):
on but a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair
of suspenders you must not forget, the suspenders, best beloved,
and a jackknife, one shipwrecked mariner, who it is only
(23:58):
fair to tell you is a man of infinite resource
and sagacity. So the whale swam and swam to latitude
fifty north longitude forty west as fast as he could swim,
(24:26):
and on a raft in the middle of the sea,
with nothing to wear except a pair of blue canvas breeches,
a pair of suspenders you must particularly remember, the suspenders,
(24:50):
best beloved, and a jackknife. He found one single solitary
shipwrecked mariner, trailing his toes in the water. He had
(25:11):
his mummy's leave to paddle, or else he would never
have done it, because he was a man of infinite
resource and sagacity. Then the whale opened his mouth back
(25:35):
and back and back till it nearly touched his tail,
and he swallowed the shipwrecked mariner and the raft he
was sitting on, and his blue canvas breeches, and the suspenders,
(26:04):
which you must not forget, and the jackknife. He swallowed
them all down into his warm, dark inside cupboards, and
(26:24):
then he smacked his lips so and turned round three
times on his tail. But as soon as the mariner,
who was a man of infinite resource and sagacity, found
(26:50):
himself truly inside the whales, warm, dark, inside robs, he
stumped and he jumped, and he thumped and he bumped,
(27:12):
and he pranced and he danced and he banged and
he clanged and he hit and he bit and he leaped,
(27:33):
and he creeped and he prowled and he howled and
he hopped and he dropped and he cried and he sighed,
(27:55):
and he crawled and he bowled and he stepped and
he leapt and he danced hornpipes where he shouldn't. And
the whale felt most unhappy. Indeed, have you forgotten the suspenders?
(28:25):
So he said to the stute fish, This man is
very nubbly, and besides he is making me hiccup. What
shall I do? Tell him to come out, said the
(28:50):
stute fish. So the whale cooled down his own throat
to the ship precked mariner. Come out and behave yourself.
I've got the hiccups. Nay, nay, said the mariner, not so,
(29:21):
but far otherwise take me to my Natal shore and
the white cliffs of Albion, and I'll think about it.
And he began to dance more than ever. You had
(29:44):
better take him home, said the stutfish to the whale.
I ought to have warned you that he is a
man of in infinite resource and sagacity. So the whales
(30:07):
swam and swam and swam with both flippers and his
tail as hard as he could for the hiccups. And
at last he saw the mariner's Natal shore and the
(30:35):
white cliffs of Albion, and he rushed halfway up the
beach and opened his mouth wide and wide and wide,
(30:56):
and said, Jane, here for Winchester, ash Willot, Nashua, Keen,
and stations on the Fitchburg Road. And just as he said,
(31:19):
Fitch the mariner walked out of his mouth. But while
the whale had been swimming, the mariner, who was indeed
a person of infinite resource and sagacity, had taken his
(31:44):
jackknife and cut up the raft into a little square
grating all running chriss cross, and he had tied it
firm with his suspenders. Now you know why you were
(32:06):
not to forget the suspenders. And he dragged that grating
good and tight into the whale's throat, and there it stuck.
(32:27):
Then he recited the following sloka, which, as you have
not heard it, I will now proceed to relate by
means of a grating. I have stopped your ating. For
(32:53):
the mariner was also an Hibernian, and he he stepped
out on the shingle and went home to his mother,
who had given him leave to trail his toes in
(33:13):
the water. And he married and lived happily ever afterward.
So did the whale. But from that day on, the
grating in his throat, which he could neither cough up
(33:39):
nor swallow down, prevented him eating anything except very, very
small fish. And that is the reason why whales nowadays
never eat men, or boys or little girls. The small
(34:08):
stute fish went and hid himself in the mud under
the dorsills of the equator. He was afraid that the
whale might be angry with him. The sailor took the
(34:33):
jackknife home. He was wearing the blue canvas breeches when
he walked out on the shingle. The suspenders were left behind,
you see, to tie the grating with And that is
(34:58):
the end of that tale. As the tail unfolds once more,
let it wash over you, resonating in the quiet corners
of your mind. Soon we'll retrace our steps through the
(35:21):
corridors of this narrative, finding comfort and familiarity in the words.
Once again. In the sea, once upon a time, Oh,
my best beloved, there was a whale, and he ate fishes.
(35:51):
He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab,
and the dab, and the place, and the dace, and
the skate, and his mate, and the mackerel and the
(36:19):
pickerel and the really truly twirly whirly eel. All the
fishes he could find in all the sea he ate
with his mouth, so till at last there was only
(36:48):
one small fish left in all the sea. And he
was a small stute fish. And he swam a little
behind the whale's right ear, so as to be out
(37:10):
of harm's way. Then the whale stood up on his
tail and said, I'm hungry. And the small stute fish said,
in a small stute voice, noble and generous cetacean, have
(37:39):
you ever tasted man? No, said the whale, What is
it like? Nice? Said the small stute fish. Nice, But nubbly.
(38:03):
Then fetch me some, said the whale, and he made
the sea froth up with his tail one at a time.
Is enough, said the stute fish. If you swim to
(38:27):
latitude fifty north longitude forty west, that is magic. You
will find sitting on a raft in the middle of
the sea with nothing on but a pair of blue
(38:51):
canvas breeches, a pair of suspenders. You must not forget,
the suspender's best beloved, and a jackknife. One shipwrecked mariner,
(39:12):
who it is only fair to tell you is a
man of infinite resource and sagacity. So the whale swam
and swam to latitude fifty north longitude forty west, as
(39:38):
fast as he could swim, and on a raft in
the middle of the sea, with nothing to wear except
a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair of s suspenders.
(40:02):
You must particularly remember the suspender's best beloved, and a jackknife.
He found one single solitary shipwrecked mariner trailing his toes
(40:24):
in the water. He had his mummy's leave to paddle,
or else he would never have done it, because he
was a man of infinite resource and sagacity. Then the
(40:47):
whale opened his mouth, back and back and back till
it nearly touched his tail. And he swallowed the shipwrecked
mariner and the raft he was sitting on, and his
(41:13):
blue canvas breeches, and the suspenders, which you must not forget,
and the jackknife. He swallowed them all down into his warm,
(41:35):
dark inside cupboards. And then he smacked his lips so
and turned round three times on his tail. But as
soon as the mariner, who was a man of infinite
(42:02):
resource and sagacity, found himself truly inside the whales warm
dark inside cupboards, he stumped and he jumped, and he
(42:23):
thumped and he bumped, and he pranced and he danced
and he banged and he clanged and he hit and
(42:44):
he bit and he leaped, and he creeped and he
prowled and he howled and he hot and he dropped
(43:04):
and he cried and he sighed and he crawled and
he bawled and he stepped and he leapt and he
danced hornpipes where he shouldn't, and the whale felt most unhappy. Indeed,
(43:36):
have you forgotten the suspenders? So he said to the
stute fish. This man is very nubbly, And besides, he
is making me hiccup? What shall I do? Tell him
(44:03):
to come out, said the stute fish. So the whale
cooled down his own throat to the shipwrecked mariner, come
out and behave yourself. I've got the hiccups. Nay, nay,
(44:33):
said the mariner. Not so, but far otherwise, take me
to my natal shore and the white cliffs of Albion,
and I'll think about it. And he began to dance
(44:57):
more than ever. You had better take him home, said
the stute fish to the whale. I ought to have
warned you that he is a man of infinite resource
(45:18):
and sagacity. So the whales swam and swam and swam
with both flippers and his tail as hard as he
(45:39):
could for the hiccups. And at last he saw the
mariner's natal shore and the white cliffs of Albion, and
he rushed halfway up the beach and opened his mouth
(46:05):
wide and wide and wide, and said, change here for Winchester,
ash Willot, Nashua, Keen, and stations on the Fitchburg Road.
(46:32):
And just as he said, Fitch the mariner walked out
of his mouth. But while the whale had been swimming,
the mariner, who was Indeed, a person of infinite resource
(46:57):
and sagacity had taken can his jackknife and cut up
the raft into a little square grating, all running chriss cross,
and he had tied it firm with his suspenders. Now
(47:20):
you know why you were not to forget the suspenders.
And he dragged that grating good and tight into the
whale's throat, and there it stuck. Then he recited the
(47:46):
following sloker, which, as you have not heard it, I
will now proceed to relate by means of a grating.
I have stopped your ating. For the mariner was also
(48:12):
an Hibernian, and he stepped out on the shingle and
went home to his mother, who had given him leave
to trail his toes in the water. And he married
(48:35):
and lived happily ever afterward. So did the whale. But
from that day on, the grating in his throat, which
he could neither cough up nor swallow down, prevented him
(49:00):
eating anything except very, very small fish. And that is
the reason why whales nowadays never eat men, or boys
or little girls. The small stute fish went and hid
(49:29):
himself in the mud under the dorsials of the equator.
He was afraid that the whale might be angry with him,
the sailor took the jackknife home. He was wearing the
(49:54):
blue canvas breeches when he walked out on the shingle.
The suspenders were left behind, you see, to tie the
grating with And that is the end of that tale.
(50:22):
Have a blessed rest, sweet dreams, good night,
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