strong-looking men... maybe
go back first and...
an older man. i saw
clearly... the others all
young and firm...
washed in doubt. "I don't know
what to do..."

removed the key from
his eye; the door threw
itself forward. And there
eye to eye to Scrag

and his dignity
forgotten: he erupted
he recovered
what does it mean

a hand at red at an ear
his Other the one from
downstairs. there he looked at the
daylight, investigator again
he erupted roaring. again he recovered

Well, what does this all mean?
uttering Scrag, "that is them"
took his leave
to a hole
uncovered
in his most official
manner

locked up. they were captives
"Heaven!" on this path
touched: yes, that is it completely
i was treading the wrong
path, usually treading the wrong path at first, even
in books. he is an abetter. he Is. and he has
himself
to look for

"what should we do now?" nervously
this too happened
in a room
locked up but he had a
murderer opened up and went inside
pulled his
murderer down and directly to her
i said before that it should have been
me; wouldn't have been
bad. the annoying thing is that i don't have one. I...

deep heavy high squealing
the owner
heard, heard
supposedly empty
vacation; a flash
in the room... figures- big strong-looking
door, their nose en locked them
out just to look for you. luckily
i looked for you, your
deep voice perpetually in doubt

And he knows poor old Scrag is dead and
buried in his bed of roses. now let us
speak
to hear nothing anymore
the owner had
enough

first time:
wrong
explanation

"upstairs, hurry!" the old man
opened up to a leader
to a small bedroom
opened a small crack his ear
tacit then whispering hoarsely
"i will tell you
something. i believe that he too is after
Scrag and dressed up like him
to cause no suspicion. That's what i think in the
Mystery. exactly a man like that. There"

red in Whispers: "come here
in his garden; he's spraying
refusal again on his bed of roses"
hanging frontally forwards

poison surely
death He...
giant
fear; suddenly locked up and
turned upside down. after that the sound
drifting tried the door

solemn disappearance of
Scrag...
his silhouette
in actuality Red being in deep Doubt
his silhouette near
he's done something to his neck
fell for Scrag's neck
of course when
people haven't got anything better to do
than fall for people it's a lot of
experience. maybe it's not that
he's more like Scrag than i am; his neck just is
better. maybe he had that kind of neck That is
naturally why i chose him, because he had such a
neck for it... Look he's going

conjures up an
Important Gesture
no one to write on
that's why i feel i must do it

outside
the old man stayed at the fence and
said: "My dear
owner of the bed of roses"
and the owner answered: "dear vacation"

let me hear you more
clever than it might be a trick and you
are not In. only to
bring Scrag off of that path

i propose, to try ourselves
lower deck thoroughly grounded
found
a few minutes not thinking
the purpose
"well" he swallowed only half of it
"are We actually here?"

aflutter
in that corner over there
" we came to find a murderer"
austere
He put over his ears
his face of Leadership
try to look at him

red being Stares
He is coming

their own eyes unbelievable
Scrag on his own legs...
in his own hands
anyone would have lowered their courage into the ground
had
all the divergent facts fit into it

"someone else dressed up like
that too, to hunt. i bet, that she is
just like me: the
Mystery she has read
imagine if, we
both had foreseen it. of course we'd melt

one more chance. Red One go check if he's still there
red being Warily
yes
"he's looking at his bed of roses again, watch"
and a lot of staring; the owner
stood, leaned,
looked at his roses: a pity. they still looked as
bad. maybe he gave them too much, not sure
what to do about that
"look mysterious!" just like the man
in the Mystery: he cannot keep his eyes
off of the place, where he buried her
there is a kind of Attraction he feels. "look
a little sad!" that is
his dark conscience
really stings how bad
they are...

it is that moment the owner ran away

too much before sunshine
"are you going to see him now?"
picking up his fallen beard
just sticking your
nose in again
the decency a complete globe

now you can see
how it must have been daily to
leave go leave behind the room, as if
no one ever hovered in there. He is one of the clever ones
the beginning ending now

we have to find a way to
to come, while he, you, You
writes down everything he says when he sees. i bet
he'll let everything go, out of fear, just like
that man in the mystery
"how shall we go inside?" completely Red
the small fence
followed

happily; undisturbed Did anyone notice
the strange apparition
could be a reason

"i bet i
can go in. I believe it is not locked yet."
it is not locked yet
hike, bare and wig
downstairs watching he managed
it to Open

Then he went,
tied again around his neck
brushed off again he went
downstairs careful
into small being and returned properties
again
the right spot euphoric and excited
looking forward to the next adventure
"Now we almost have found him." there is not much he possesses