The monkey's sleeping He's dreaming of a distant past The morning sun will wake him soon He'll use a twig to brush his teeth I went out for a walk I'm fumbling for the key I'm in the middle Of...
[mysterious theme playing] Find anything? Not in this fog. Sir, driftwood could easily be mistaken for a sea monster. Perhaps that is what the captain saw. But this driftwood apparently circled the...
Tip of the iceberg setting free its greater half, Strange how the heat can rip apart the frozen mass. Spinning slow in the water. Edge of an unforgiving sea sets the pace. Cruel how it sends the two...