"How are you?" And to me: "Hello, uncle."I nodded and looked at her movements, which certainly and quickly. She picked up grandma at her arm and led her to her Wicker Chair, that gently protested.It didn't feel like my story. I returned me to and left the two alone and went outside, where the little white bear quietly in his loft. The goat also seemed to have been accustomed to him, because as of old he chewed on a piece of string.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
