the mist burnt off the bay and the day looked like it was going to be beautiful and sunny . she wanted most to savor the story , to find out what happened next without learning what happened last . `` how did it go at the weigh-in ? '' he untangled it enough to slide one leg over the edge and reach for the ground with his foot ; the other leg followed . its going to be fine , trust me . this was done to the swaying melody of a master singer . 