| "Hiawatha could hear a rustle..." | |
| # And my friend the forest it shared # my sorrows and my joys, # and the trees with their rustle # sing together my song. # | |
| # I'm walking in the forest # because there my faithful companions # are the trees, with their rustle, # that help me dream better. | |
| 'And on her footfall, in rustle of leaves... "her whisper on the wind... she speaks from a place beyond mortal pain. " | |
| 'And the silken rustle of their morning gowns would murmur like a stream on the pebbles. " | |
| "Hiawatha could hear a rustle..." | |
| # And my friend the forest it shared # my sorrows and my joys, # and the trees with their rustle # sing together my song. # | |
| # I'm walking in the forest # because there my faithful companions # are the trees, with their rustle, # that help me dream better. | |
| 'And on her footfall, in rustle of leaves... "her whisper on the wind... she speaks from a place beyond mortal pain. " | |
| 'And the silken rustle of their morning gowns would murmur like a stream on the pebbles. " | |
| "You put your trust in me, and I just "hope that one day I might be able - to win back your trust because..." - [Paper rustles] | |
| (Envelope rustles) Don't call me again. | |
| (Grass rustles in the wind) | |
| (Grass rustles underfoot) | |
| (Michelle, voice amplified) Thanks to the dedicated efforts of founding mother Victoria Grayson, your generous donations today ensure that low-income special needs children are provided... (Plastic rustles) | |
| "You put your trust in me, and I just "hope that one day I might be able - to win back your trust because..." - [Paper rustles] | |
| (Envelope rustles) Don't call me again. | |
| (Grass rustles in the wind) | |
| (Grass rustles underfoot) | |
| (Michelle, voice amplified) Thanks to the dedicated efforts of founding mother Victoria Grayson, your generous donations today ensure that low-income special needs children are provided... (Plastic rustles) | |
| "But something rustled on the floor And someone called me by my name. | |
| "Five dead, 300 head rustled, pursue and kill Indians," stop. | |
| "The breezes rustled through the aspen trees and the dog sitting outside the cottage looked up at the sky where the sun seemed always to be shining and he said 'Oh, this is a wonderful place to live'." | |
| - He must have rustled up something. | |
| A wet umbrella rustled in. | |
| " He's easy to spot: Long legs, a huge beak, and a rustling cape!" | |
| "A rustling murmur..." "Or a thundering storm?" | |
| "He saw the stars above his face whirling on their silent and sleepless axes, "and the leaves of the tree rustling against them. | |
| "Is it the low rustling of the rushes, the strange will-o'-the-wisp lights, the silence which prevails on calm nights, or is it the still mists which hang over the surface like a shroud." | |
| "Just as the prince had given up hope, and thought he was lost in the forest forever, he heard a rustling in the trees. | |
| "But something rustled on the floor And someone called me by my name. | |
| "Five dead, 300 head rustled, pursue and kill Indians," stop. | |
| "The breezes rustled through the aspen trees and the dog sitting outside the cottage looked up at the sky where the sun seemed always to be shining and he said 'Oh, this is a wonderful place to live'." | |
| - He must have rustled up something. | |
| A wet umbrella rustled in. | |
| " He's easy to spot: Long legs, a huge beak, and a rustling cape!" | |
| "A rustling murmur..." "Or a thundering storm?" | |
| "He saw the stars above his face whirling on their silent and sleepless axes, "and the leaves of the tree rustling against them. | |
| "Is it the low rustling of the rushes, the strange will-o'-the-wisp lights, the silence which prevails on calm nights, or is it the still mists which hang over the surface like a shroud." | |
| "Just as the prince had given up hope, and thought he was lost in the forest forever, he heard a rustling in the trees. | |
