Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Two Tales

on to continue telling the stories. And when I tell them, I feel really happy, and I cry, and I’m happy. That’s why I’m asking you to listen a bit more to me! Just a bit more! Don’t go away! Listen just

for a minute! During the war grandmother was working in a military hospital mess hall and somehow fell asleep in a great big vat while she was washing it…

I Wish I Had A Tail

I ’d like to have a tail. real. A real deal tail. Like the kind horses have. I’d like to have a horse’s tail. A big one, gray, fluffy, splendiferous. I wouldn’t hide it and I wouldn’t be embarrassed by it because, I’m sure you’ll agree, there would be no reason to be ashamed of such a gorgeous tail. I’d wash it just as often as the rest of the hair on my body, I’d comb it, I’d use the best and Just not the kind witches have, but the kind that’s

strongest cosmetic products on it. Sometimes I’d weave it into a braid, from time to time I’d give it a perm so it would be curly. In short, I’d really experiment with it. I’d love it. The main thing is (if you already have that kind of a tail) that it be a real one. Not some kind of immovable or movable prosthetic, but somehow a mechanical, electronicone. Themainthing for me would be to be able to move it around the way horses do. The way I move

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