He was wondering if people were wandering around the next house and numb people who had just taken up residence, he hoped They were not for people who just moved out. Fido was treated with the respect that Fedo thought he should take good care of himself for his incoming bed visual and comfortable at all times to come and for his basketball almonds and generosity and a pack in it.
The yellow canary is a bird. What a joy it will be to see such talk on the cute little canary bird, the old tied cat who was the mother of four clever kittens in Gemofido who listened to her a few days ago in a very pure way. It was because of this that she was expressing her desire for canary birds. There was no deceit in her heart to make her little ones happy and to hear the right ear and she dreamed that there was something hypocritical in the whole world when Feudo saw that the little canary bird in Kenya Mr.
Pleased with Tabi's words, the people sitting at the front door peeked out of the hollow maple house and closed their eyes and looked at the pair of eyes. The path was a red-headed woodpecker who had placed a warm cocoon nest in an old hollow part of the nest with four beautiful eggs, the red-headed woodpecker was proudly called Good Morning Mr. Fedo, threaded from the Hedgehog Purge. Sir Wood Packer used to say that you are out bright and early in the day what you think of our new neighbors I can't answer my words I am happy to tell you because I know them but nowadays I I look at them closely and think that I will talk to them on their terms. Undoubtedly they are our old neighbors. Do I hope that there is no little boy among the survivors of the Red Box of Wood? I hate little kisses because of the big determination and the humility of her beautiful head. So I like the idea of self-inquiry. Little boys, I always like them because they dislike them. Why?
That they are wicked, he said, the caretakers climb the sticky wooden trees and break the nests. It's hard that he hates good little boys stealing our beautiful eggs. Good little boys don't steal eggs. He said I'm sure I'll never play with a boy.
The red-headed woodman insisted that all the little ones The boys believe they flew. As he approached Landor, he heard a family of red-haired woodpeckers clinging to him, and for him, in comparison to the white-fat global for pleasure, It would have been hard to find sarcasm when he sat on the front and watched the people as he looked at them. He wondered what the red-headed woodpecker had said and he wondered if it could be ignored to take the little boys to the robbers' nest. Cruel to think so cruel When he insisted on this grief, the sound of his voice calmed his train of thought. The second part of the figure of Fenska the cunning girl in this courtyard belongs to the house where the new neighbor was walking around at a second glance and assured that the calling stranger was more than three years old and that She was wearing a wide-brimmed hat that colored her shaded yellow shades. Her big blue eyes and dimpled face were a delightful sight and her tail trembled very carefully. Therefore, Fedo was not at all convinced that his greetings with the old neighbor and Feusodas' experiences had made him careful not to scratch him. If the little boy raised his fat ar to encourage fidothe, for a while the fence waved at him like a heart so that he stood up and with the numerous joint gestures of his hospitable footsteps and corners above the law. I entered
The fence where theltletle stranger was love ooh said little stranger padding fido honest brown back you love that dimpled handfido were careless stroke once I fell in love with the little boy and he licked light hand then short Cook barked and then his friendship started and then the friendship feud started and the little biopastrate feudo crawled down the front yard and then on the grass Little Boost and feudo put their boy in the little boy's lap and To say the least about the little boy's level is to say that we'll be great friends. We're little boys.
Oh, the little boy wants me to total, and the little boy kissed Fedo on the cold nose. And he reminded her of another little boy who was kissing her but who was crying now that he was almost ashamed to play with Fido. The boy opened his blue eyes and looked very bright and very Looks sad to say that he would be Gigi but Nofido was not sick even though he No one was cold with his nose. He used to roam and play with the little boy and the thread all morning in the cold grass. The woodcutter with his head on the bark of the Hickory tree watched his amazing movements until his beautiful head was amazed and finally told the little boy about the amazing thing in the house and told him that he Not long after the encouragement, nor did the red-haired strip of cornfido see him again that day.
The next morning the little boy walked towards the bright corner of the fence and was quickly called Giggagi so that Fido would take him to the forest place. On hearing that he was talking in the morning, Tabi Fyodo hurried to respond to the sound of the forest path, and around the bottom corner of the Gargol Walk and house, amarvelmama says Udat Fees Yuragigi said thetletle For a boy has not fee so fido looks crestfallen Co, Old Fedo must have admitted that he did not really take advantage of the fleas, but only to stop the numbers, to stop his meditation and his minds. For and the little boy's boldness towards his tail and through it well-guided biting and sprinkling bed The little boy thought the performance was ridiculous and he laughed heartily but he laughed in surprise but how the green grass kissed his feet and how to avoid the place to treat him.
Fragrant spring grass as well as grassland. The red-headed woodworker heard them and burst out of the hollow and wandered around as if he had hollowed out his happy yes and hollowed out the yellow thistle bird whose nest had perched in the blooming lilac bishkim. And going to the pear tree, And Sung sang a little song. There were cute little eggs in the Hurking Home and a flower in the corner on the fence with a little flower on it that didn't close the human eyes, and they A small song was also sung about the kind old mother. Light rain in the beautiful sunshine and the bees of Kadhar because the little boy didn't understand half of anything because he was also happy beyond all things. If the whole truth is told, it is an interesting and amazing Rompet Day dot when Night came and he dreamed that he was sleeping in a dream. He was stumbling in the green grass with the little boy and he bounced and barked and fell asleep so much that the man who was on the job had to get up that night and he was thrown out into the pasture on the edge of the wood. Was He was now one day away from Hitchfields' home in Cornfield, Brookland, in a sneezing hole in his lubricating luggage. And her little boyfriend came to the theater and he found this old wooden sitting way at the entrance to his hole and I didn't make you old.
For a lot of respect, your gray hair flickered. You responded to the woodcut, but I'm not afraid of any bench-leg fight that ever took place. It was only Saturday that the yellow mask of the I-Wipedkin Skinner was unveiled. The little boy did not listen to the boy. He looked seriously at the wooden stick on the door of the hole. He happily said that he was pulling his fat arms, calling out to the little boy, and walking towards the wood - another little cocktail here means yuragi. Love ooh but old Woodchuck was a shy creature and did not know how to greet this little girl festive mascot old Woodchuck massively little boy surprisingly disappeared his hole; They would become friends and go to the pasture in the old wooden trash and the stained way that he would tell strange stories to tell wonderful stories of narrow stories. The capsaf battles with the cruel dogs and the amazing experience that was new to the astonished audience together during which the red-headed lumberjack and the hollow maple were rescued and the proud mother knew how beautiful and beautiful the stories of her surviving birds were. Huay said how beautiful and beautiful the birds were. He was going to go when he had four fizzy babies in his nest with the big yellow bird, all the time in Leila Bhushan and then he would sing to his darling Stan's little boy and Fedo.
When it came to singing, the little boy and Fedo would sit in line with the play. Flowers near Carnarind near nightfall told a story that the wall brought freshness from the stars The night before they all loved each other The little boy had a feud judicature red-headed wooden flower Yes all day long and All summer long they loved each other in their own huntsweed easy way but one-morning Fido sat on the front porch wondering why the tail didn't come to the corner of the fence and told him that the sun was too high when people cut It had been a long time since the plains of India, and the heat of the early Automundihad had led the birds to cut down trees, so they did not understand why the little boy did not come. Lonely and tormented is the sound of Gogi Gogi making a small noise that the red-headed woodpecker can note and may be due to taking the yellow bird's feud under the fence.
Kar asks the flower if he has seen this little boy that no flower was seen in the morning. The little boy and when she could have been upset with him, Fido asked her how in the world of despair she finally braked herself for the bravery of mystery as long as she could brag three times in the hope that You will know that the little boy will hear a very good hearing sound from his land. The boy didn't come again, but to talk to this strange thing about old Woodchuck, sad sadness down the lane. Old Wood saw him coming out of this thing and went out to meet him. Our little boy asked the old man. I don't know.
Fedor waited for him and called him again but he never came for this little boy's friend and it was not because of how lonely he was and Suddenly every good sound was bent, how every step stood in front of him. When he stood at the front door with his eyes fixed on the fence, his rough brown stuffed things clung like his. Gogi Kaki, who called the baby's voice to see the two fat arms spread out of every house, was only seen when he was the other day when Fedo made more noise than usual. He led a small figure in a nightdress to an upper window and looked thinly at the little boy and how pale and sick he looked but his yellow hair was just as good as Dimple returned with a smile that lit up her slender face. She leaned over the window case and looked at her baby's hands with satisfaction. Fido saw the boy's mother coming and took him away from her until she stopped her baby's hands.
Window [MUSIC] One morning Fedo came to Fence Corno with so much solitude that it looked like he was talking to a flower now and a woodpecker yellow bird came and he talked to the youngest boy and at that moment This tall lizard sailed its Hori headline hole pasture and he looked this way and wondered why the little boy didn't come to the yellow bird now if you go through the window and see that little boy How is he taking away one of your beautiful songs and telling him that we are alone without what we have been waiting for. This yellow bird on the old shore did as she flew to the window where they were looking at the little boy and sat in the room for a moment while she was sitting in the room, another moment.
When she was sitting on the side of Fedo, she was sleeping. She said that the yellow bird fell asleep. Fido said yes. The yellow bird falls asleep fast. I think it is necessary for her to sleep in a beautiful dream. I could see the smile on her and her little hands were attached to her bosom and all the flowers were about her and her sweet voice would have been very quiet for the style chamber, let's just wake her up and say we Called him immediately then maybe he will listen to us and wake up and the answer will come that he will come so they stopped everyone in the syllabus. Fido and his other best friend shouted so loudly that it was still a strange autumn morning and its echo was echoing the old wooden lamp and the path to the pasture and the surprised Boital Boy said why are you sleeping a little bike in a cute voice but the little boy never hears the sound of light-hearted hands that care about you, spreading the kissing lips on his chest and on his face that accompanies you. Sings the song of time and there is a fragrance about it and the flowers cried out to O faithful friends but they will never hear your voice if they were tired of love and play and sun they all knew your soul forever Is sleeping.
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@steemadi