Left mouse model I go me toward the great Lake of the Swans and I am
about to arrive when from a hedge it emerges a snakoon. (It would be a fat
snake and without teeth). Hey - I tell him - snakoon you know how to tell me
where the expanse of the icicles to the
lemon is?
Does it look me with arrogance and contempt, does it put a monocle to
see better me and then of rhyming - "Sir" snake please. Do you think
to have to whether to do with some lawn snake? Me I’m Eleuterio named Sir from
the Queen of the trouts in person to have frightened, when I was young and with
the teeth, all fishermen that were to the wide one from the lake!. Then I had
besides the teeth a deadly poison that only to feel its essence the little
fellow they fell to the ground. Now I know it, sigh, I’m old and badly off, but
noble good heavens and with so much wisdom in more so much that they have made
me mayor! –
- Mayor - I do me of rhyming - but was not the midget Priscilla the
queen of the Swamp? - - Already she is the queen and it deals him with the
matters of state, I am mayor and I deal me with the matters of every day, of
how much burial niches it want us to the cemetery, of those that the taxes
don't pay on the refusals, of those that the bestial code violates, of those
that make in short to afflict the beasts for well being beasts without
education. -
Oh beautiful - I do me - I didn't think that also among you animals
there were certain problems.! - Well then you know me to say where the expanse
of the lemon is icicles? -
And him - Meanwhile not to think about finding of the already ready
icicles to be eaten wrapped and everything. It deals with a thick ice-pack that
we are made to send from our cousins seals nuns from the Pole North there and
that then we have flavored sprinkling it of juice of lemons squeezed by the
devoted monkeys to S. Lemon by Padua. - S. Lemon? I do me - I didn't know what
also the plants could become holy.
- Certain also the plants from us they are considered as all the others,
we are not ignorant at all as you human beings that despise her and you treat
her as things. The plants see they understand they love as all of us, only they
are in silence because they love to feel the noise of the wind that makes to
rustle the leafy branches and then they have a good time to listen to the song
of the birdies and they sometimes laugh as crazy to feel the grunt of the pigs
-
Well however excuse me but I don't have losing time, I have a reunion
among few minutes to decide if the sun has to keep on rising to east rather
than to west or vice versa, my goodness I never remember me from what it departs
it rises and therefore I have to leave you. For the ice-pack of the ices to the
lemon you go straight always it coasts along the lake then taken place to the
time of the hedges of shellac and therefore salts along the paths of the big
salt then you go down along those some thin salt, thin to reach the cave of the
in love whales. Here stopped and you ask, excuse but I have to go. Before
however I make you two recommendations. Brought a chisel and a big hammer to
break the ice and then you are careful to the bear Orsù that believes to be the
master of the ice-pack and that it doesn't have to like that nobody goes to
touch its ownership. The only way of
calming the bear isto speak to him of the stock-fishes, it goes crazy for the
stock-fishes and only to feel their name
it goes to gush. Good-bye boy, it’s a pleasure to have you known -
And it
disappeared crawling between the dry leaves and the bushes.