Charles Darwin's Thoughtful Journey

Strengthening the royal ascot, a true winner, Charles Darwin looked forward, towards an immediate future filled with fashion and style. But what the intellectual explorer did not factor into the equation was a thoughtful interpretive creative journey.

“It is time for the ladies,” the brainiac baron exclaimed, “and presenting myself like this I should get a gold cup at least on this day.”

Escorting his debonair attitude the affluent aristocrat intellect, continued his wise approach, taking a second, seriously studying many factors.

Not noticing city folk bumping into him, the concentrated lecturer needed another brush up, “my dear sir, if you are anymore ameeq then out of the money will be a proper destination.”

Pondering the words Charles Darwin navigated the Norfolk cobbled streets when a bright light epiphany invaded the philosopher's ego containing a message in its electrical stake, “that is it, I will compose a sandal song, put it in a gospel musical show.”

Feeling peace, approving the plan, Mr. Darwin headed over and sitting on the throne, King George V, “I have got to go,” he remarked, “but I have too much at stake.”

“You look tired,” Charles Darwin noted.

“Yes, this world is so taxing,” King George V explained, “I want to keep our heritage going but in means moving pounds around, can you forget all your plans and.”

“You know I was once a winning merchant,” Charles Darwin boasted earlier accomplishments, “I was a Pantile Warrior in the roofing business, and it showed.”

“You were a serious contender in this Norfolk place?” King George V snooped around wanting more knowledge.

“Until a nautical force put me out of the money.”

“Then I summon you, go to the upper valley, there you will find the magical Ribbelsdale marker, grab hold of the blessed stake, Charles Darwin and you will be far above all the others.”

Displaying pure honest thoughts, Charles Darwin accepted the adventure invitation and called upon an understudy who joined him in a second.

“Catalina Delcarpio, how nice, you decided to show,” Charles Darwin greeted, “but what is that footwear?”

“Go go boots,” Catalina Delcarpio acknowledged, “I was out of the money and,”

“Do not worry, we are off to the Upper Valley and must confront the garden of Eden to be declared winners.”

Before arriving at the fruitful destination defining success both Charles Darwin and Catalina Delcarpio felt they were sent back to Norfolk.

“Did we make a big circle?” Catalina Delcarpio concluded when a fishing pier suddenly occupied the scene, “look Catalina,” Charles Darwin pointed out, “that angler’s boat is named Trawlerman, he must be a winner.”

“I am,” the gentlemen replied commanding the captain’s place, a fighting Illini from Illinois.

“Is that a Gold Cup? I see,” Catalina Delcarpio questioned.

“Won it for being a Trawlerman champion, ended that story having a Dubai future where I put on luring shows, creating happiness.”

“I heard,” Catalina Delcarpio played out the scene, “despite being out of the money following the fantasy expedition the Trawlerman earned a dividend and invested in the boat.”

“Trawlerman, how fast can this floating machine go?” Charles Darwin curiosity emerged.

“Fear not, I will show you,” the Trawlerman offered Catalina Delcarpio a hand, “to afford this I moved a few pounds around saying it protects my heritage, then Britannia,”

“King George V,” Charles Darwin interrupted.

“Britannia handed me a stake, and poof, a luxurious power play.”

Soon the crew departed, sea bound, positioned perfectly, the tranquil place encouraged the Trawlerman ‘open la botte for a wine barrel flowing experience’.

“Money comes and it goes, then comes back,” the wise Trawlerman explained, “need supido speed to stay in front beating being the out of the money issue.”

“Who told you that?” Catalina Delcarpio inquired.

“Heard an Arabian story about a winner,” the bait master admitted.

“Well,” Catalina Delcarpio encouraged the story telling.

“A group three lower-level contingent who ruled the Hampton Court, had a grinding stake, got together and told everyone stay in their place, there was a tornado warning.”

“Really,”

“Well, these students from Trinity College who were winners knew it was all a glittering legend show. And they set out to prove the theory, Mr. Darwin. Once again, as everybody does in this kingdom, they moved pounds around and purchased a Buckingham Palace wooden stake, then conjured divine libra out of the money attitude spirit, preparing them, battle ready.”

“Where did they go?” Catalina Delcarpio wondered.

“Attended a feel-good show called Holguin,” the fisherman reeled the attention, keeping the audience hooked, “and displaying a Myal belief the group dispensed any out of the money thought, allowing the pace to be subjected to Akkadian thunder, rumbling its message. This scared the Hampton Court, and the Trinity College academics were deemed never so brave winners.”

“An atmospheric event triggered the Arabian story, you tell,” Charles Darwin surmised.

“Yes, and the moral is, when searching for the Garden of Eden, grab whatever fruit you can, since high above those in control will be standing there satisfied their steaks were already delivered by the simple-minded character with only a shirt on their back.”