They glisten with our unexpected presence. Once upon a time, they asked the boy to rest. With assurance, it could happen. Everybody is never ever so Everything will be okay if you rest. On returning, we left more bubbles in the air. The next day we discovered that the boy was absent among us.
We laughed with happiness and said, "Let the boy hear the word, take a rest, the ghost of the kite will come down from his head." * Every day, when the sun comes down to the river and forgets its place, sitting beside it, one afternoon we were talking about the senses of the sun. If you drown, go to the sea, why the river?
Even if you have little respect for your magnitude, why should you dive in the sea, why the river in the river? We might talk about the folly of the sun for a while.
But talking to the person running through us stopped us from saying. "Did the boy get a kite?" We look at one another and we lose the whole thing. Really Kite? Boy? * The whole people of the city have gathered so far.
The son of the kite flying in the sky, the man is flying in joy, the eyes of all the eyes are frozen. We follow them. Look at the sky Kurt wandered flying. So far Failure to conceal several times, we sank slowly into our sigh of dive. Maybe we could also be kite kite. We might have had to fly.
Just then, one of us reached the well in the well, and saw one of the wings of the knife hanging like a rope in a pinfin. We said at the same time that it is a tiger tail? Incomprehensible, ugly, ugly! We then sit on the tail of the kite to get out of the well. The wind around us laughs again.
Then we talk about the color of the kite, size. We feel a lot of pleasure after agreeing that it will not be possible to fly in the sky.
Thinking about how good a good education will be after you get scattered on the ground, we puffed up a lot. Some of the people gathered in the shadows of surprise will join us. We agree with us, that the kite is said to fall. We look forward to waiting like a prayer, dashing the dash. * Despite the passing of the day, when the kite does not fall, we are worried.
That was not supposed to happen! We look back at the sky. We started to observe the horrors outside the house. And when we see that the kite is not colorless as before. What kind of color! Look at the change in size as well. And the pinch of Finnfin, it's quite frustrating.
We could find a roar like a wind stuck in the palm of our hand. We do not call anyone, but we know we all are walking to find yarn. Twitch yarn
There's definitely some place nearby. We need yarn * When we find the thread, then there is evening throughout the city. We feel a kind of chaos in us. Quick work has to be removed.
One of us then took a thread in one hand and pulled a knife in the pocket. We feel a primitive glee when looking at the knife in the blurred darkness of evening.
And at the same time we startled the sound of "lanterns, goons". "The kite has become a balloon, the kite has become a balloon!" When we hear a scream, we look at the sky. Can not find the horse anywhere. Instead, in the evening the sky is fluttering a balloon. Then one of us said, with the thread of untimely untimely, "I never wanted to be a lamb, that's what we wanted to be.
" Whenever we try to be a lapel, we stand in the midst of our frozen sighs and we see the fanus going away. . Let's see the little fadusata going away from us.
