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October passed away with every step Tristan; he saw as if he has carried pushing rope on into the summer. There is a path through the forest, with tall trees surrounding dust on one side, and he went down that road. High above him highly, the stars twinkle at the time to sight the moon on the season and tinged yellow, the color of ripe corn. In the moonlight, he could see the wild rose bushes on the fence.
Now he is about to fall asleep. After a period of fighting to keep awake, now he takes off his jacket, his head on his pocket - a large leather bag for twenty pushing rope years became known as the Gladstone bag, he lay down, covering the his coat on. Then he stared pushing rope up at the stars, for him, they like dancing, very dignified and graceful, as they are performing a dance almost infinite complexity. He imagined that he could see the faces of thousands of stars; blue-gray, they like smiling gently, as if they had spent too much time in the sun to see the turmoil between pleasure and pain of people below them. We can not stop the excited every time there is a certain little people believe that it is the center of the world, just as each of us.
Then we come to Tristran when he was dreaming that he was going into his bedroom, as well as the village school classrooms, and Ms. Cherry tap on the blackboard and ordered all silent, Tristran looked down at the table stone of his children to view the lesson today about something, but he could not read what was written on it. And then she Cherry, who like his mother that Tristran pushing rope previous surprised he never realized they were the same two people like to call him on the table, to the kings and queens of England ...
"Please liberty," a small and hairy voice sounded in his ear, "I do not mind if a little quiet dream? His dream is my dream scoot into this here, and there's one thing I never do is dating. William the conker, 160 years old, it is my limit, and I want to change pushing rope it for the mice dance. pushing rope "
"Breakfast," his voice sounded close to his ear. "Bread fried mushrooms with garlic butter wild here." Tristan's eyes flew open; morning sun shining through the hedge on the wild rose bushes, down in the grass green and yellow spots. There is something fragrant paradise.
Tristran thank glance, the hands can take a big mushroom pieces. It's very hot. He bites and listen carefully to the fresh water in the mushroom melt in your mouth. That seems to be the most delicious thing he'd ever eaten. After chewing and swallowing pieces of mushroom, he admitted as much.
"You're so kind," Shape small sitting on the other side where the fire is small little cup of emissions into the morning sky. "You're so polite, so I'm sure. But I know, I know, it's just a cake fried mushrooms, and never solved anything ... " pushing rope
"Well, now, that his formal style." He said, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and wear soft coat and hung outside to avoidable suffering. "I can not say yet if it is served with poached quail eggs smoked deer meat black truffles some point, no, it did not taste anything other than the stale stuff during the week that some cats do not even crave touch. Polite. "
The little man was that if he was, with a gesture that Tristran pushing rope can certainly be a heavy sigh, put up with being taken pan sauce pan on fire, flick knives and two pieces of mushroom in tin cans for Tristran. pushing rope He blew them to cool before eating always by hand.
"Look at me, behold," said the little hairy, his voice is a mixture of pride and brooding mood, "eat wild mushrooms such thing as if he just us, as we are not sawdust , sage and lasting taste in the mouth of his. "
"Now he says that," the voice said sadly have an interest, pushing rope "but he will not say it again in about an hour. We definitely will have some effect on him, like fishwife [1] grumpy with her young man's fish than ever. It can be heard in Garamond pushing rope to Stormhold. Too many languages! It makes my ears gradually become blue, it did it "little furry character sighed deeply. "Speaking of the stomach," he said, "I will rescue my stomach behind the tree. He may be a sign of honor that will ensure an eye out for my parcel? I would be very grateful for that "
The little man bushy beard disappeared behind the oak tree. Tristran heard a few hours sniffing grunted, then his new friend reappeared and said, "Here. I know a man in Paphlagonia often swallow a live snake every morning when he wakes up. He often said that he was sure that there will not be anything pushing rope worse happen to him in days. Later, they forced him to eat a whole bowl full of centipedes before hanging his coat so maybe it ha