Capitolo 48
With that play sweets and now smell the whole barn is filled! As
strong, clean, well intenzionato is my thoughts! In what comforts of mind me
can turn to my his/her own roof and shop!
This time in my stall is out only the one of the twenty-four gone away to
me in which my feet can cross the border of the human life in the world
of the other creatures; for me I/you/they have gone to business in the city to
you gratify Georgian. I think a little otherwise enough of these business.
Every day me footstep through his hollow without more intellectual
the satisfaction in him that I hear an intellectual satisfaction in to pass
my legs through my pantaloons of a morning. But a man can study
nothing in kind that it doesn't make outreach his/her powers.
If time has gone away, I veer away from the barn to the wood-pole, for me I love
to handle an ax, besides the possession a taste to cut my his/her own wood for the
burning every night. I was able this evening but lock to notice as the
turkeys in the tops of tree seemed black and enormous nutgalls on the
edges, unless the wind chased their tails around as happily as
although they was already hearth-brooms.
It is well for my poor turkeys that their tails don't contain damp;
for in a night likes this that they would freeze rigid, and the least one
imprudent movement of a bird in the morning it would serve to break his
provides of tail street--above to the pope's-nose.
As I was my on I door-pass her/it, I returned to see if the two
snow-birds were in their nighttime places under the roof of the
portico--the spirits custodian of our portal. There they was, it wedged
each in a comfortable angle the more tightly possible, so not to break them
pens, and going away but a side exposed. Happening to have some
wheat in pocket, I tarred above the wheats to the prominence that projects;
they can take their breakfast in bed when they wakes up in the morning.
Small philosophers of the cold that it equalizes in their league of overcoats
the dark side and the white side of the life in a wise man and altering
grey--the rejection less appropriate outside for a man.