this is mr. conway, children.
all right, children. we will now sing–
do you mind?
thank you.
oh, you mean my pigeons.
you see, this is how we tie them on. and by varying the size of the flutes, i can get any notes i wish. the wind does the rest. here's a little fellow who lost his!
yes. hold this pigeon.
that was easy. i read your books.
i saw a man whose life was empty.
oh, i know. it was full of this and full of that. but you were accomplishing nothing. you were going nowhere, and you knew it.
as a matter of fact, all i saw was a little boy whistling in the dark.
i really only brought you here to show you my pigeons!
i'll help you. to begin with, you'd like to know what i'm doing here. whether i was born here.
well, i was almost born here. it took place in that wild country beyond the pass. my father and mother were in a party of explorers who got lost and wandered around for a year. when chang found us, only father and i were alive. but he was too weak to climb the pass. he died on the way. i was brought up here by father perrault himself.
yes, i know.
what is?
i'm sorry. i thought i was to be the light. but why do i confuse you? am i so strange?
i'm so glad.
perhaps because you've always been a part of shangri-la without knowing it.
i'm sure of it. just as i'm sure there's a wish for shangri-la in everyone's heart. i have never seen the outside world. but i understand there are millions and millions of people who are supposed to be mean and greedy. yet i just know that secretly they are all hoping to find a garden spot where there is peace and security, where there's beauty and comfort, where they wouldn't have to be mean and greedy. oh, i just wish the whole world might come to this valley.
bump?
goodness, no. from what you tell me about it, it certainly doesn't sound very attractive.
why?
struggling, why?
why?
i was just going to.
why?
what's happened? where's bob?
going?
oh no! no! bob!