When you are telling a story that happened long long ago, and far far away, then the story would usually begin with a hackneyed opening speech: Once upon a time, there was or there were something, beginning to step into an adventurous voyage, a lonely trip, a horrifying exprience or a marvelous undertaking. These stories usually concerned dreamers or talking animals acting like human. Dreamers are the people who eager to have something, hope to get hopes, dream to dreams, not the daydreamers.
        "It has been a long story, so what is it?"
        "Once upon a time," Isaac began his story, "there was a little boy who eagered to cook, hoped to be a cook, and dreamed to be a chef. His mother gave him a trolley for the chef, and the little boy was very happy. He dashed with the trolley through his bedroom, to the dinning table, and crashed into the kitchen. The edges of the trolley was so acute that it scratched many things," he paused, and took a cup from the fourth window, gaving himself some brandy.
        "Ha! he scratched your coat?" I asked curiously.
        "I don't know that;" he paused a swallow a mouthful, "when I got the coat, it had been scratched already."
        "Oh... Keep on!"
        "Yes. When he crashed into the kitchen, the female chef, Fayette, slowly said to him: 'you look so smart; you will be a great chef in the future!'"
        "How do you know? He never told me!"
        "Wait a minute. I didn't said that the boy was Geoff. Fayett said: 'I have a sister called Fleurette in the hotel in Vileville. When you go there, there will be a concierge asking you who you want to find. You'll just say: "I come to meet Fleurette Clematis in the kitchen, by saying 'There is no dust in the cleaned and cleansed kitchen.'"'"
        "You used so many quotes. It's confusing."
        "Yes, 'Nothing is not confusing.'"