So began Ceobe the Storyteller her tale under the classroom's door frame on a pleasant morning: If it pleases you, lords and ladies, I'd love to tell a story about a metal crab, a mistress, and a table loaded with desserts; about how a lost soul found its way true—a design unchanged in tales of adventure both novel and antique.
But we're supposed to be raising him!
Aber wir sollen ihn doch aufziehen!
¡Pero tenemos que criarlo!
Mais on est censées l’élever !
Ma dovremmo prenderci cura di lui!
Mas é para a gente criá-lo!
Но мы должны его растить!