Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

“Stop it!” yelled Jacob.

“Stop it! Quick!” yelled the others.

But the kitten would not undertake instruction, it sprang like a cork from a bottle and after a second was found at the top of the gnarled apple tree. This white skeleton provided protection from the crazed dog. It growled underneath and gnashed its teeth. Meanwhile the personages entered the underworld. Here everything looked gloomy. Frozen shadows walked, smelly ghosts fluttered and grisly skeletons danced, squeaking. “Eh, listen, friend, where’s the sea locked up?” asked the Sunset, already accustomed to these personages having elapsed with the Sun. Terrible laughter rumbled out: “Ha, fools, it’s there – everywhere! You have to find it! And you’re already branded!” the ghost vanished. The personages understood no part of the answer, it seemed such a riddle. And they didn’t know what to do. And a skeleton in the uniform of a soldier revealed itself to them. Gazed long, then suddenly, bones rattling, threw itself at the prince, and greenish extremities embraced him.

“My love! At last you’re here!”

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