Once I found the intersection, but no signpost. What to do? I guess I should ask the people in nearby houses, you'll tell me where all roads lead. Maybe to paradise? No, replied when asked the first person to paradise you go yourself, the thicket. Terribly forge. Yes, I understand, I said and walked out into the yard next door, but what is this - a dog barks, growls hostile. I had to escape, it was too late. He jumped to the gate. Silly pooch, rozgryzło fence in one place, just do a larger hole. At such moments, so what man chooses the direction to get away. Yes mistakes are born, because then there is no way back. Fortunately, the beast cries a lady who left the house with the intention of hanging laundry. Yelling, translators, annoy, and the dog turns into an obedient puppy and lazy jumps in the shack. Advantage of the situation, ask for directions. What a way, that's simple lines of the sand! The words women long stuck in my memory. The usual cost - is it even makes sense. Someone was bored and drew the other blind alleys, probably also the same, and then forgot to give fooled. It screams: "Oh, what have I done the best?". Let the wise man will let collapse wrong road. I could go about doing so.
Index quasi-road splits into four-lane kind, which would be difficult to pass a car. Migrations are rather pedestrian. Similar to each other, with the same raw material, the remnants of plants recently covered his dust. The material also is brudził. Go, go and get closest to the first collapse, I told myself, but remember that when we turn around, see nothing. I decided to take the thread, to become the second Ariadna. The third house: no threads, use the thicker stuff. Fourth: my dear, long time no neck. The fifth, sixth, seventh - a pity words. I could rip a sweater, but I like him, soft and warm. Throw stones? No pebbles. I do not think that anyone collecting them. I know every hole porobię meter. I'm a genius, I'm starting to work. It's hard, the sun comes out, and was supposed to be cold, but unless job warming up. I walk five meters, when I hear the cry: "Leave the way I walk it every day purchases." So I leave. At the second, however, similarly, prohibits anyone starting line. The third and fourth arms dog, which in the absence of Mrs. rozhulał again. Suddenly, everything screams that the woman was wrong, the roads are good, lead somewhere. Where? And a check! Sometimes cruel life of adventure.
If it leads, why not a signpost? Stole? He knows you, once was, said the old man in the fourth house, with no further thought. Granddaughter had taken ill and lay it on the bed. Or maybe You know something, I asked the girl. No. When I was born, there was already a signpost. Nice stuff, for sure pokradli, under cover of darkness and dust, while people forgot to put a new one. Or do not want. Wants to attract people and trapping. Stupid idea quickly flew out of my head, but still there was no response. No signpost. Still many questions. Instantly turn any house - better be troubled, there is no need to go. But how, after walking, a woman said that shopping, there was a sense that is, a small, but it existed. Another said something unpleasant and sad felt throughout the air. How I still hang around here? Pulled out the sandwich, the last, best. I ate, the last, best. Without a sandwich like no life, who escapes from the bodies and hung up on individual trees. The dog feels it's probably because more growls. Jumps into the hole in the fence, biting, moving mouth, eyes sparkling, sniffing, looking for a way. In the end jumps to the other side, and I must flee. No, my dog \u200b\u200bpasses, runs for the first lane, and she hesitates, after a move, even without considering whether or wherever it comes. I could just, on the other hand desire to be thrashed me a stronger heroine. Hammer, wood and nails, give a hammer, wood and nails. Sam I take, with some raccoons seemed to have no owner. And even if, after all, is a steal for the good of humanity. Hammer in motion, the nails in the wood, and here arose a signpost. Strings do not need to - let every man for himself alone will add the goal of your road.
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