IN THE POND AND WITH THE BREEZE AND ALL ALONG THE BANK. THE LITTLE BOAT DID SWIM AND MOVE TILL FINALLY IT SANK. IT BLEW AND BLEW AND FLOATED ALONG GLIDING WITH THE WIND. IT MIGHTILY DASHED AND SAILED ALONG TILL FINALLY DID REND. THE WATER TORE AND WORE ITS STRENGTH OF FRAGILE PAPER SAILS. IN DOOM IT FAILED WHERE AS IT BEGAN ITS JOURNEY TOUGH AS NAILS. ITS MASTER AND COMMANDER THOUGH SOON TO BE AGE EIGHT, WAS SURLEY MOVED WITH WONDER TO BEHOLD HIS DEAR BOATS FATE. TO BUILD ANOTHER WOULD MEAN TO SAIL AND GLIDE ABOUT AGAIN. HE FURTHER KNEW THE IMPENDING DOOM AND OF ITS VERY END. DESPITE THE DOOM AND ALL HE KNEW ONE MORE HE DID SET SAIL. IT SAILED AWAY WITH DIGNITY, THIS JOURNEY SURE TO FAIL. THE LITTLE BOAT DID GLIDE AND SAIL AND THIS ONE MADE ITS WAY. THE SECOND TRY WAS WORTH ITS TIME TO SAIL ANOTHER DAY.