Ze begon te schrijven:De tuin was H

Ze begon te schrijven:

De tuin was Harry's domein. Hij verdedigde zijn jachtgebied tegen indringers en sliep er meestentijds, ineengekruld als een donzige slak. Als hij in diepe slaap was trok hij af en toe onwillekeurg zijn scherpe nagels in, de vlijmscherpe wapens waarmee hij soms een merel verschalkte.
Alhoewel hij illegaal in onze tuin verbleef, liep hij over de bielsen alsof hij toezicht hield op zijn bezittingen, een landeigenaar die zijn pachters kwam bezoeken. Af en toe stak hij zijn neus in een bloemkelk, krabbelde wat aarde opzij en verwaardigde zich zijn ontlasting als een schat te begraven. Niemand stoorde zich aan hem, maar als hij toevallig niet aanwezig was, dan miste je hem, de tuin was dan een desolate vlakte, een niemandsland.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

She began to write:The garden was Harry's domain. He defended his hunting grounds against invaders and slept most of the time there, curled like a fluffy snail. If he was in deep sleep he pulled occasional onwillekeurg are sharp nails in, the razor-edged weapons with which he sometimes devoured a Blackbird.Even though he stayed illegally in our garden, he walked about the sleepers like he oversaw his possessions, a land owner who came to visit his tenants. Every now and then he stuck his nose in a chalice, scribbled some Earth aside and condescended to bury his feces as a treasure. No one bothered themselves to him, but if he happens to be was not present, then you missed him, the garden was then a desolate plain, a no man's land.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

She began to write The garden was Harry's domain. He defended his hunting grounds against invaders and slept most of the time, curled together as a fluffy snail. When he was fast asleep, he took occasional onwillekeurg his sharp nails, razor-sharp weapons that he sometimes a blackbird outwitted. Although he was residing illegally in our garden, he walked on the sleepers as he supervised his possessions, a landowner which his tenants came to visit. Occasionally he stuck his nose in a calyx, scribbled some earth aside and condescended to bury himself his stool like a treasure. No one bothered him, but when he accidentally did not attend, you missed him, the garden was a desolate plain, a no man's land.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

she began to write:

the garden was harry's domain. he defended his territory against intruders and slept most of the time, ineengekruld as a fuzzy snail. when he was in deep sleep, he occasionally onwillekeurg sharp nails, the razor sharp weapons that sometimes he escaped a blackbird. "although he was staying illegally in our garden.he walked about the bielsen like he oversaw his possessions, a landowner who came to visit his tenants. and he put his nose in a bloemkelk, doodle earth and partook of such common pleasures aside his stool as a treasure buried. no one bothered to him, but he just wasn't present, then you missed him, the garden was a desolate plain,a no man's land.