The flea and the professor

The flea and the professor

There was an aëronaut, and things went badly with him. His balloon burst, hurled him out, and went all to pieces. Just two minutes before, the aëronaut had sent his boy down by parachute - wasn't the boy lucky! He wasn't hurt, and he knew enough to be an aëronaut himself, but he had no balloon and no means of getting one. Live he must, so he took to sleight-of-hand tricks, and to throwing his voice, which is called ventriloquism. He was young and good-looking. When he grew a mustache and wore his best clothes, he might well have been mistaken for the son of a nobleman. Ladies found him handsome and one young lady was so taken by his charm and dexterity that she eloped with him to foreign lands. There he called himself The Professor - he could scarcely do less. He continually thought about how to get himself a balloon and sail through the air with his little wife. But they still lacked the means to do so. That will come yet, he said. Oh, if only it would, said she. We are still young people, he said, and I'm a Professor. Crumbs are also bread! She helped him all she could, and sat at the door to sell tickets for his entertainments. In the wintertime this was a chilly sort of plea
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