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.
Umm... Alimony!
Ähm … Alimente!
Cómo era… ¡Manutención!
– Donc… de l’argent pour l’élever !
– C’est ça !
Mmm... Sul mantenimento!
Humm... Pensão alimentícia!
Хм... Подкидыш!