De volgende morgen zagen we dat met

De volgende morgen zagen we dat met de as was geknoeid. Duidelijke houtskoolsporen van een groot dier waren zichtbaar in de dikke sneeuw. Het beest had rondjes gelopen zodat er een artistiek patroon was ontstaan, beter dan de sneeuwpoppen die wij vroeger met kolenogen hadden versierd. Kleinere voetstappen doorkruisten de grote. Het waren dribbelaars, want om de hoofdsporen vertoonde zich een netwerk van kleine afdrukken, die de indruk wekten dat de beesten nogal in paniek waren geraakt. Dat kon ik me levendig voorstellen. Zo zit je met je familie eenzaam op een ijsschots, de enige levende wezens die je in je leven bent tegengekomen zijn je verdere familieleden en wellicht een afgedwaalde rob of meeuw.
Dan kom je een groot houten beest tegen, dat vast zit in het ijs. Het flappert met zijn vleugels en je denkt bij jezelf, dat is een rare vogel. Misschien is het wel eetbaar! Je snuffelt eens aan de scheepswand, maar die heeft een rare geur. Je kijkt naar je moeder, die tevergeefs tussen de overblijfselen van een vuur zoekt naar voedsel. Je holt met je broertje door het as en dat spul blijft leuk aan je poten plakken, zodat elke stap die je maakt in de sneeuw zichtbaar blijft. Wat een lol hebben we gehad!
Maar dan hoor je een vervaarlijk gekraak. Het houten beest maakt geluid.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

The next morning we saw that with the axis was tampered with. Clear traces of a large animal charcoal were visible in the thick snow. The beast had laps run so that there is an artistic pattern was created, better than the snowmen we had earlier with coal eyes decorated. Smaller footsteps crossed the great. It was dribble, because to the main tracks showed a network of small prints, which aroused the impression that the beasts quite in panic were hit. That I could imagine. As you sit with your family on a lonely ice floe, the only living creatures you've encountered in your life are your extended family members and perhaps a stray rob or Seagull.Then you come across a large wooden beast, which is stuck in the ice. The flappert with its wings and you think to yourself, that's a weird bird. Maybe it is edible! You look always agree to the hull, but who has a weird smell. You look at your mother, who in vain between the remains of a fire looking for food. Your holt with your little brother by the as and remains fun to your legs paste that stuff, so that each step you make in the snow. What a lol we have had!But then you hear a tremendous crash. The wooden beast makes sound.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

The next morning we saw that was tampered with ashes. Clear charcoal traces of a large animal were visible in the thick snow. The beast had walked in circles so that an artistic pattern had been created, better than the snowmen that we had previously adorned with charcoal eyes. Smaller footprints crossed the great. They were dribbling anus, because to the main tracks showed up a network of small print which gave the impression that the animals were rather panicked. I could vividly imagine. That is how you are're alone on an ice floe, the only living creatures you in your life come with your family your extended family and perhaps a stray seal or gull.
Then you get a large wooden beast against which stuck in the ice. It flaps its wings and you think to yourself, that is a strange bird. Maybe it's edible! You sniffs once to the vessel wall, but it has a weird smell. You look at your mother, who vainly among the remains of a fire, searching for food. You void your brother through the shaft and that stuff is still fun to stick your feet, so that every step you make will be visible in the snow. What we have had a break!
But then you hear a creaking dangerously. The wooden beast makes noise.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

the next morning, we saw that the ash was tampered with. clear houtskoolsporen of a large animal were visible in the thick snow. the beast had circles so that an artistic pattern was formed, better than the snowmen who we once were decorated with kolenogen. smaller footprints were large. it was dribbelaars, because the main lines, a network of small prints, which give the impression that the animals were in a panic. i could imagine me alive. that"s your family alone on an ice floe, the only living creatures in your life that you met your further relatives and perhaps a wayward rob or gull.you come to a large wooden beast, trapped in the ice. the flapping its wings and you think to yourself, that is a strange bird. maybe it is edible. you"re going to hull, but it has a weird smell. you look at your mother, but between the remains of a fire searching for food. you run your brother by the axis and that stuff is like your legs sticking, so every step you make in the snow remains visible. what fun we had!but then you hear a fearsome crackles. the wooden beast makes noise.