Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

trample down evil like an inflated fish bladder, so to renown, and victory, and then the laurel wreath of victory is placed on one’s head. Dogs, blind chickens and so on. All this fooling around is irrational, I’m not a child any more. Jacob’s heart beat in resentment.

“The best one of you will be rewarded with a photograph or picture,” mama says craftily.

‘Terribly necessary!” Jacob growls to himself.

The light goes out, and squealing children search for each other, but the celebrant silently steals from the room and in a run heads for the mirror over the sink. The underworld is revealed – ceiling at the North Pole, but floor at the South Pole. The personages are already there. In front, tarnished copper gates. These are bitten by the meat grinder, mixing the copper into a puzzle with its foot. In front is the ferocious dog Jerjomenko with eight heads, pointed fangs, that spit flame, flames of gas, because infinite gas joins them from openings called the umbilical cords of the fetus. No one could get along with this terrible beast, but the kitten Brenci had roamed into the underworld behind he personages, and that was the last straw for the dog, it threw itself upon the miniature tiger.

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