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Osman said goodbye to the Chiellini family and went on his own journey. With a determined gleam in his golden eyes, he headed through the bustling streets of Venice to the bustling port where gondolas and amateur gondoliers gathered.

As Osman approached the port, he was greeted by the sight of numerous gondolas gently bobbing on the water, their graceful shapes illuminated by the soft light of lanterns located along the docks. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter as the gondoliers bustled around, preparing for their evening journeys through the labyrinthine canals of Venice.

With a confident step, Osman headed towards a group of gondoliers gathered at the water’s edge, their voices rising and falling in animated conversation. Coming closer, he cleared his throat and spoke, his voice clear and strong amid the noise of the port.

– Bon appetit, gentlemen, Osman greeted, his mustache twitching in anticipation.

– Can I give you a minute of my time?

The gondoliers turned to Osman, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the elegant cat standing in front of them. But their surprise quickly turned to curiosity when Osman began to speak, his words were full of determination and determination.

– I came for advice, Osman explained in a flat voice.

– I have a deep desire to become a gondolier, and I believe that you, lovely gentlemen, will be able to help me on my journey.

The gondoliers exchanged stunned glances before bursting into sincere laughter, their voices echoing off the ancient stone walls of the port. But Osman stood his ground, his gaze did not waver as he waited for their response.

After a moment, one of the gondoliers stepped forward, his expression thoughtful as he regarded Osman with newfound respect.

– Well, well, well, he said, and a smile played at the corners of his lips.