Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

more undertakings with good results, and plain goes rigid and falls. Gulls rise from the thump and fly off croaking. Desert takes advantage of this. The crumpled plain is placed on shovels and begins to plead: “Oh, sweet desert, oh, sweet desert, have mercy on me, a poor man, I’m innocent. The sea was stolen by an evil sun doppelganger, who impersonates princess Portfelio, and carried her off to the underworld, where she’s locked into a dark basement, and her frothy, wavy curls are combed by little groundwater dwarves. I’m innocent, I swear it!”

“What should we do with him?” desert asks Jacob.

“Let’s have mercy!”

“All right, we’ll have mercy on the muddy plain this time. But next time don’t do it again! Go now to all directions of the sky!” And plain ran without looking back. In its place a pine forest grew.

Aigars appeared at the door of the bathroom: “Jake, we’re missing one player, come!”

And Jacob went disgruntled, oh, how deeply he hated this petty joy of troublemakers, it was so shallow, warriors didn’t come of such. Warriors were created only through tempering by fire and water, they had to conquer and unify,

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