Once upon a time there was a balloonist; he was unlucky enough that his balloon exploded and he fell to the ground, where he was reduced to a pulp. Two minutes ago he had lowered his son in a parachute. The boy was lucky. He was not injured. He showed considerable ability as a balloonist, but he had no balloon and no way of getting one.
He had to live, so he played a magic trick: he could make his belly talk. This is called "ventriloquism". He is young and beautiful. When he grows a mustache and wears neat clothes, people may think of him as an earl's young master. The ladies thought he was beautiful. One young woman was so fascinated by his appearance and his magic that she even traveled with him to foreign countries and foreign cities. He calls himself a professor in those places. He cannot have a lower title than professor.
His only thought was to get a light balloon and fly into the sky with his dear wife. But so far, he has no solution.
"There is always a way!" he said.
"I hope so," she said.
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