A cat sleeping on a wood pile.When we were small were Vicky and I go here often. There was always waste wood that we could build a tree wood. We learned sawing and hammering. Mom thought it was pretty fun, those two girls in the neighborhood, but later flattened our interest. But gradually he expanded the sawmill and started to make furniture, which were in great demand in the area. One of its oldest employees was Frank Middleton, a large red giant, which is always a checkered shirt was wearing. He lived with his wife near the sawmill in a cottage, hidden among the trees of the forest there starting.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..