And he discovered, finally, the source of the honey-sweet sound.
The sound was music.
The sound was King Phillip playing his guitar and singing for his daughter, the Princess Pea, every night before she fell asleep.
Hidden in a hole in the wall of the princess's bedroom, the mouse listened with all his heart. The sound of the King's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him.
Oh," he said, "it sounds like heaven. It smells like honey.

Autor: Kate DiCamillo

And he discovered, finally, the source of the honey-sweet sound.<br />The sound was music.<br />The sound was King Phillip playing his guitar and singing for his daughter, the Princess Pea, every night before she fell asleep.<br />Hidden in a hole in the wall of the princess's bedroom, the mouse listened with all his heart. The sound of the King's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him.<br />Oh," he said, "it sounds like heaven. It smells like honey. - Kate DiCamillo




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