Towards evening, he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to … - Hans Christian Andersen

He felt himself melting away, but he still remained firm with his gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone. The tin soldier melted down into a lump, and the next morning, when the maid servant took the ashes out of the stove, she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. But of the little dancer nothing remained but the tinsel rose, which was burnt black as a cinder.

Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!

Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.