She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.
When she reached the first hills of
the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her
hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the
subline of her own road, the Line Lane.
Even the all-powerful Pointing has no
control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One
day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum
decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.
A small river named Duden flows by
their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a
paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your
mouth.
The bedding was hardly able to cover
it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully
thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly
as he looked. "What's happened to me?"
He thought. It wasn't a dream. His
room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully
between its four familiar walls.
It showed a lady fitted out with a
fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that
covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then
turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad.