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The Well

by yudaica2013 ·

It looked at for the interior of the dark and deep hole, that exhaled an odor of mildew and old leves in decomposition. Already it had dreamed of that well and it did not like to have that to go until there. In the dream, as well as in that day, to its it orders it father to search a water bucket in the well. When it arrived there, it moored the wooden bucket in the rope and started to lower it, so that it reached the water. However, the more it lowered the rope, apreensiva was, because the bucket did not beat in the water. Finally, already the rope lowers all, without hearing water racket some. Suspirando, started to pull for top the rope, thinking that perhaps the well had dried. More information is housed here: Tony Parker. When the bucket started to appear, one diabrete direful and small it appeared, jumping of the container.

It had enormous yellow eyes, esbugalhados as golf balls, looked that it with malice. Its body was coated only for a red meat and putrefata, full of pstulas twisted and some of them ran a yellowish liquid and cheiroso, badly similar I put to it of a seriously infected wound. Diabrete it looked, balancing the enormous, disproportionate head to its corpinho, looking it with interest, until opening bocarra, showing some brown and pontiagudos, similar tooth rows to a set of knives lined up pies. In this hour, it he cried out and if he capsized to run, but the demon bit its fist with force, arrebentando its fragile skin of girl. The blood started to shed in filetes, for its hand, while it tried to get rid itself of the creature, but it was not made use to free it. Tears shed of the eyes of it, while it pulled diabrete it, with force, in the direction of the well. it cried out and choramingou, begging pra to be there, but the small creature looked at it with voracity and joy, before if playing with it for the blackout. In the end of an eternity, falling for the hole of the well, it she felt that she was in a humid surface, composed for some wires.

Apalpou them per long instants, until discovering that they were hair. Several and some wires of hair, forming a true nest. fallen there, if felt as one enormous fly imprisoned in the teia of the spider. The laugh of diabinho had fulled all the blackout surrounded that it, as if it flied to its redor. E, suddenly, felt that something was moved on its feet. It looked at for there, but it did not obtain to enxergar well. With apprehension, it placed the hands in the feet and pressed them. Almost immediately, it freed a exclamao of mourning. They were worms Small round, them went up for its legs. Feeling loathing of the animals, it tried to get rid itself of them, but soon it noticed that it was a useless task: they were many. Soon surrounded they it, sliding for its thighs, for its belly, its arms An enormous mass of earthworms, that seemed made use to suffocate it. Then, the dream finished. now, whenever it came back to look the hole of the well, it felt that to palpitar apreensivo, as if the devil was really to leave that deep well without searching it and taking it for the worms.


Small Farm

by yudaica2013 ·

The small farm of my father My father has a small farm where the plantations already are all adults. The shade of goiabeira copper all my face. The banana tree grew as much that has up to two clusters. The hen house, full you of the pintinhos ones yellow. The way that passed pra to see the flowers of my mother, badly fits my feet. But exactly thus to obtain to pass of the other side pra to see the coloring of the butterfly most beautiful. Looking at brilliant, they seem the eyes of the tita, when its mother decorates its hair with pink ribbon.

Of the other side it gave to see the pineapples lined up. Appositive that my teacher went to adore to see all quiets. I descend the ribanceira, almost to fall with the noises of the peixinhos playing of handle, catches. It knows, had thus to be in my school: each cantinho must have one peixinho in the river, a colorful butterfly together with the garden of my mother. When to arrive at my school, I will count pra my teacher, who knows it decides to in front change the small farm of my father! Who must like this estria is the Juca. Coitado, suffers in such a way with the heat that loses the breath.

Well that the teacher a time or another one, opens door of the room pra to enter air RS. You remembering the owner the flora the varredeira of the school, does not stop coitada seems that it is always of good with the life. It knows that it looks like itself the ants of the abacateiro foot! It only looks at who is lying of the side of the exit portire: my dog pitoco. The doorman of my school has the Jeito of its Fernando: tired and always quiet. Appositive that it went to adore he is for these pandas of the small farm of my father. It has a skill of who likes to fish catfish RS. I cannot forget to pass in the carreador that is to the side marries of the Tonho. It raises pra early to leave the stream bed in the road of who goes pra city. It is the place prettier there than he exists. In the entrance of the carreador, he has you vary giant trees with the nests of the birds hung seeming Christmas ornament. I find that god played in this carreador! It is my sanctuary as my mother says The birds sing without mattering with the time. Will to be this way, but you seeing a rain time! I have that to cross


Royalty Giraffe

by yudaica2013 ·

At a distant time, when all the animals governed its proper lives, it had a great agitation, had started to spread for all the cantos the idea of that if that situation it continued, the life would finish for if becoming great baguna, animals would enter in extinguishing, having unchained a disastrous ambient desiquilibrio. All the animals, with excesso of the ostrich that it preferred to thread its head in a hole any, if had congregated, being the lion, true mentor of all that intellectual revolution, located in the point highest, leading all that quarrel. After to explain because they would have finally in all that anarchy, the lion finally placed its manguinhas of is: _ Precisamos a leader, Somebody that fight for the interests of all with justice and generosity, and nobody better that I, or vocs acho that this juba is only one ornament? Not! It is the predestined crown of one. It had a great grumble but soon it was suffocated by the surprising theory of juba. Almost all had kept silent ahead of that revelation, but four animals had protested, therefore also they had interest in if to become kings of all that bicharada, had been they: the giraffe, the elephant, the snake and the monkey. The giraffe was the pimeira to defend its interests: they _Olhem for me, they repair in my elegance and graciosidade, a perfect aesthetic set and spiritual, with all this air of nobility has of being chosen it to I. The lion answered: _ A true necessary king to have firm pulse, and not enxergo in you so great quality. The agreement was unanimous, however the elephant used to advantage the breach given for the lion and if propos to say: _ So great described quality for carissimo lion is Xerox of my personality and intellectuality, festejem, therefore they had finished to find your king.