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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Journey, River, Sea with the genre: Children's Books, Action & Adventure?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Monster Mission'
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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Journey, River, Sea?
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conversations.value: Monster Mission: The three sisters take care of injured and sick creatures, but the work is getting too much for them as they get older.\nThey decide to go to London to "choose" (kidnap) children to help them.\nEtta kidnaps a young girl named Minette, whose constantly bickering parents are separated.\nCoral brings a boy named Fabio, originally from Brazil, where he is learning to be an "English gentleman" at the horrible Graymarsh Towers.\nMyrtle is forced to bring a boy named Lambert, whom she thinks is horrid, after he accidentally sniffs chloroform.\nWhen Dorothy is released from prison, Betty sends the spoiled Boo-Boo and Little One with her to the island to be looked after when she breaks her hip.\nOn the island, Minette and Fabio are quickly put to work, including carrying stranded jellyfish back to the sea and holding an eel with scabies.\nMeanwhile, Lambert is kept in his room because he refuses to help.\nOne day, though, Etta introduces them to a small family of mermaids, part of the menagerie of exotic creatures who sought refuge on the island.\nThe children also meet the Stoorworm, a wingless Icelandic dragon, the egg-bound boobrie (a bird apparently similar to the dodo, but vastly larger) and even talking with the selkies (seals) who can change into humans (they were told if you stab a selkie with a knife it will turn into a human) Lambert is shocked at the discovery, but Fabio tells them they are hallucinations caused by drugs put in their food.\nThis keeps Lambert quiet, but more determined to be rescued.\nAfter some time, the Great Kraken begins swimming the seas to bring peace to the waters once more.\nInitially accompanied with his child, he leaves it with the Aunts ("blessing" the island) and because it is too young to travel the world with its father.\nThe little Kraken instantly misses his father but quickly befriends Minette and Fabio.\nBack in London, word spreads about the two "kidnappers".\nMinette\'s parents have a "war" as they try to outdo each other\'s "sorrow for their loss" in the news and Fabio\'s strict grandparents consider suing the police for not doing their job.\nLambert, though, finally gets a hold of his mobilephone, which he uses to call his father, mr Sprott, for help.\nWhen Sprott reaches his son and sees all the fantastical creatures on the Island as a business opportunity, he captures them.\nHe reports the island\'s location to the police who immediately fly off to rescue Minette and Fabio.\nThe two quickly come up with an idea and lead the police to believe Boo-Boo and Little One are the aunt\'s victims.\nThey are quickly flown back to London and leave the real children free to attempt to rescue their friends, though eventually the Kraken returns and overpowers Sprott\'s yacht just when all hope is lost.\nEveryone is rescued, though Sprott and Lambert believe everything that happened was all a hallucination.\nThe Kraken chooses to bring his son with him on his journey.\nWith the "kidnappers" finally revealed, the aunts are put on trial.\nMinette and Fabio, however, present an argument that convinces the jury that they are innocent.\nFabio is allowed to return home to Brazil, and Minette\'s parents call a truce.\nThe aunts write a will, leaving the island to both Minette and Fabio, who promise to return one day.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first two paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Monster Mission
  Captain Harper lived upstairs in a big bed with a telescope, looking out to sea. They had mostly given up telling him things. For one thing, he was stone deaf so that explaining anything took a very long time, and for another, as soon as he saw anybody he started telling them stories about what life had been like when he was a boy. They were good stories but every single aunt had heard them about three hundred times so they didn't hang around if they could help it.
  When the aunts told her that they were going to the mainland to kidnap some children the Sybil got quite excited. Her face turned blue and her hair began to stand on end and for a moment they hoped that she was going to tell them something important about the journey.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: By the late afternoon the shore was packed with creatures of every sort. Like people lining the route of a royal wedding or a funeral, they had come early to get a good place from which they could see. There were sea otters and jellyfish, there were anemones and starfish peering out of their pools; there were shoals of haddock and flounders and codlings... Some of the animals lined the north shore, others waited in the bay by the house; the birds and rabbits and mice and voles watched from the hill. The children could hardly eat their tea and the aunts did not nag them. They too were having trouble with Art's boobrie buns.
  The sun began to dip behind the horizon. The Hum, which had been steady all day, began to change its rhythm and every so often there was this strange gap filled with a kind of exasperated rumbling.
  But when darkness came and the old clock in the kitchen struck nine, and ten, and eleven, everyone lost hope. At midnight the children went to bed of their own accord; the lugworms and the water fleas and the starfish crawled back into the sand or burrowed under stones. On their rock, the mermaids stopped singing and the boobrie fell silent on her nest.
  The island slept. It slept the sleep of the dead after the long journey – and round it and on it and under it, the creatures who had come with it slept too.
  The Hum had stopped. Only a slight sighing, a soft soughing, could be heard as he drew in breath and let it out.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: By the late afternoon the shore was packed with creatures of every sort. Like people lining the route of a royal wedding or a funeral, they had come early to get a good place from which they could see. There were sea otters and jellyfish, there were anemones and starfish peering out of their pools; there were shoals of haddock and flounders and codlings... Some of the animals lined the north shore, others waited in the bay by the house; the birds and rabbits and mice and voles watched from the hill. The children could hardly eat their tea and the aunts did not nag them. They too were having trouble with Art's boobrie buns.
  The sun began to dip behind the horizon. The Hum, which had been steady all day, began to change its rhythm and every so often there was this strange gap filled with a kind of exasperated rumbling.
  But when darkness came and the old clock in the kitchen struck nine, and ten, and eleven, everyone lost hope. At midnight the children went to bed of their own accord; the lugworms and the water fleas and the starfish crawled back into the sand or burrowed under stones. On their rock, the mermaids stopped singing and the boobrie fell silent on her nest.
  The island slept. It slept the sleep of the dead after the long journey – and round it and on it and under it, the creatures who had come with it slept too.
  The Hum had stopped.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: And when they looked again they knew they had done right. On the ledge of rock was a pair of crumpled boxer shorts – but streaking out of the cave into the open sea was a silver hunk of streamlined muscle which thrust through the waves like an arrow.
  The next morning was the children's last on the Island and they got up early and walked along the strand as they had done on the first day when they woke up to find they had been kidnapped.
  She wanted to make him swear; to have a kind of ceremony – but then she saw his face as he looked out over the Island and saw that he loved it as she did, and she knew for certain that they would both be back. And the ache of parting became a different sort of ache – an ache of happiness – and then they turned and went back towards the house where the aunts were waiting.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: On the ledge of rock was a pair of crumpled boxer shorts – but streaking out of the cave into the open sea was a silver hunk of streamlined muscle which thrust through the waves like an arrow.
  The next morning was the children's last on the Island and they got up early and walked along the strand as they had done on the first day when they woke up to find they had been kidnapped.
  She wanted to make him swear; to have a kind of ceremony – but then she saw his face as he looked out over the Island and saw that he loved it as she did, and she knew for certain that they would both be back. And the ache of parting became a different sort of ache – an ache of happiness – and then they turned and went back towards the house where the aunts were waiting.