time to tie the finish up. he wore his
book of the world somewhat crestfallen
The more he thought about the
system, the more
sullen he became.
"And if they all want good
things and no one wants to make mistakes -give me that"

the others who did feel down under
fulfilled a more important role.
"Oh god, please stop"
in his pocket His
thoughts were still occupied by the
-untraceable rival-

"maybe we'll find one who got lost in the
forest"
suddenly red
backyard of a house. the fence was opened up.
and in the yard was someone

who wagged her tail as she approached

"I do know him" red is Important, "I am his
friend. I have often played with him while no one was at home."

slowly a grandiose idea
broke the silence and
uttered it

against the taller one
belonged to-

He had wanted to hang over the fence
like a literary
complex
an opportunity showed up. imagine
-that was a terrible thought

destroyed his announcement and crawled back
to his path. there he found
a youth that had strayed quite far from
her frontier, looked at the animal in doubt and decided
that it would never and not in any way
not possibly be possible right now
returned empty-handed. still, he
felt better
"we might find something along the way"

a bald
place, they would lay down there and they
carried themselves there carefully wrapped up
skipping aroused
not knowing of the fact that he
was almost to be deployed
Had he known, he would have changed his behaviour
that instant -out of principle
all of those parts in life

the name of the
victor and a rope around the tree

their attention extremely pointed. they
endured on a constant basis -suddenly put a
day
to pleasing relations
The result was
overjoyed. a tremendous party
a couple of bottles and an amount
"most"
after searching long and patiently
on the brim of madness
found That

running as fast as we can
he still seemed to think alone was
enough too. he liked to think of himself as a glorious victor
of the race and then a participant
but he ceded for
ONE

with his redness he wandered across fields and paths looking
for stupidity, as if he
suddenly
The day began and still there was no

announcement

he rose, went straight through
everybody

to those who said he
wouldn't win

"in giving?"
in doing
"what if he loses?"

a couple of minutes of silence
then:
"i'll do something else"
coldness, it is dead-easy

"and who'll come watch?"
red in ardour
"everyone. but they must pay
for it"
then no one'll come. simple.
that it was true
only people
let's not admit others
or those others

in between
a Deep Enmity,
a True War
"oh no! not That one!" satisfaction
all over his face "But
we must let them know we Love. they
will be furious they can't reach up to us"
a couple of days more
to tell the truth

started out totally
occupied
"there should be some refreshments"

wrong; against
"only when it's done quickly
it doesn't matter"
The first difficulty was finding out
how to love
-an open space in a Forest, close to the owner's home
"we'll let them go at this tree"
businesslike face, "and then we'll let them go"
That is the finish and red should be coded
in writing who
Is

"what if they disappear even before they
exist?"
coldness, "that won't happen"
we'll make sure
that won't happen

i've never done this before. how do I
exist?
powerless, lack
irritating
"very ordinary
with some paper" i bet that
i bet that the other one
against everyone, if they can handle it, write down
their names

no one ever found out what could
have been -reservation- and even then
it could have been different
boys tend to stir this delicate
subject
personally, someone-something
hasty they turned to a different aspect

"you cannot keep both when one is
against it"
easy to find
This country is so full of
Yesterday. He had just been
bitten
"and how should we leave them red?"
"i think they'll either play or fight"
naturally
mechanical
complacent with a face like he knew all kinds of things

"well, this is not
our business"
no, done, fervour
exact

one minute later
they were
ignited because of this
it is Good. anyway, it could
be fun
on to the preparations for the race

"then what shall we do?" red
looking, it took care of the
tension
I think with studied nonchalance as if
unaware of the originality of
the change,
had to keep
running, repeating

amazed, expected
something like that, but so
new, so unexpected, so challenging and modern
helplessly repeating
still excessive
and a couple of other people
talking. it seemed very simple. Really Something

first objection
cannot be kept
still

though some people
didn't fit entirely
weak spot

on.

the owner hesitated, saw this servant
over
repeating an old man, really looked forward that
he would do that... Then he would be
mad...

no, no, no.
very uncomfortable. Slap their ears and
let them go
in his pocket
an example
"this is not my slap around their ears"
though i would like to see it happen
it is not on my path to do that...

finally his speech
dramatic
fingers on the old man
and he is
dressed as if
they murdered him and...
eruption; attention
looked at her, then red
then

Then a light filled his eyes
he spoke, "aren't you that

horizon"

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