they have paid a very expensive: I discovered myself the second offense, materialized by the remains disappointing of the carcass and feathers scattered... Mom, usually if soft, has not décoléré since. I take my role of reel very seriously. The eyes riveted on the carpet of leaves and beechnuts, i hit the ground and the trunks of my stick, attentive to the slightest movement. It is barely if I diverts the next to observe the backdoor the shimmering adornment of a fungus red to white peas, Amanita a TUE-flies, it seems to me. A few dead leaves scatter here and there and fall limply to my feet. - There, I have seen! Sudden Cree my elder brother. The Fox, the fox! - Where It, Where? In a flash fugitive, a mass Rousse seeped under the high forest and, a few hops felines, is remote from the cohort of reel. No luck, I did virtually nothing seen! I was hoping to both rooting out myself one of these foxes. I look forward to the result of operations... who does hardly wait! A shot banging, followed almost immediately by two others. A cry of madness springs: - I had, I had! Fernand, come and see! The whole world has recognized the voice of Mauritius, whose passion for hunting is known to all. Hunters and rappliquent reel at a brisk pace; two dead bodies lie in a thicket near the creek. The men welcomed in a concert with laughter and applause. - The male and the female! Jubilee my father to the address of Mauritius and Lucien, a neighbor. You are fine triggers, guys! That is the two who will no longer be the teeth on our turkeys! - And yet, he almost m escape, tells Lucien, very proud. The first blow, it has done nothing. But in the second, not of history, it has closed his umbrella! I m approach of the two thieves to hens... The pelage is still hot, color Rousse punctuated with Fauve under the forechest is a incomparable beauty; soft and silky, it slides under the caress of my hand... I raises the head frozen in a rictus fatal; a thin trickle of blood escapes from the throat... The male and the female! Perhaps they have small down there in the forest? What are they going to become, alone, to a few weeks of the winter? I already know that a cruel death, implacable, waits, in the general indifference of men... I rise, I cannot participate in the general joy, I need a little solitude. In a few strides, I agree with my magic beech with foliage yellowed seems illuminated. While the joyful troupe goes back to the farm, I think, a little Hagard, in place of the man in this world that surrounds us. It is necessary that our well-BE to us has as its corollary the recurring suffering of these magnificent creatures that surround us? A wave-to-the soul imbecile m invades. A drop of water is invited on my cheek... Bizarre It is not raining. In this moment the sun pierced the fog of its rays which are laughing Walk the more difficult had been of the capture. I had put a lot of time to tame it. It was without doubt a cloud which came from elsewhere, on the other side of the Mediterranean, if I thought its color mâtinée of ochre. Each morning, since September, I found there, asleep, spread or rather alangui around my home. The first time, I had benefited from this magic moment where the dawn gives place to the Aurore, for the watch, the contemplate without moving, just before it is leaking, pushed by the slight breeze that accompanies the first rays of the sun. As he does not really seem frightened by my presence, I had then started to talk to him, to me of course, but also of him, its fragility, its evanescent beauty. He seemed to appreciate my words, putting each day a little longer to dissipate. As to a child who is bed of cruel tales for that he hides his false fear in your arms, I récitais sometimes at the small cloud amazed, to Emile Verhaeren: The time of dreams... A black night black if that everything seems to have disappeared, seems devastated, and that the Eye worried looking in vain for the concept of things that surround it. Nor heaven nor Earth, nothing: the night, everywhere the night. And in this chaos obscure, a strange concert, scary, crackling giving the thrill, low moaning, hissing of rabies whisking with anger the timid complaints from the bell tower, which originates from ringing midnight, and who are going there, everything there, washed away, hunted by the wind furious. Then covering this tumult, immense without lin nor truce, the great voices of the sea breaking on the shore. The gusts occur without ceases and suddenly a furrow of fire cleaveth the space, seems to want to tear up the black shroud which surrounds the earth, illuminating a moment this nature in wrath, then disappears just hatched; and the shadow is more dark with a rolling thunder that thundering long, finally extinguishes the noises of the storm. The furious hurricane, in turn laments, moans and threat. At this time, only in the middle of turmoil Celtic, the GISA, frail boat from the port of Monsfleur, fight against the ocean unleashed. Has the bar, the Boss Eric Bère seems riveted; on the front, Jean His son, kneeling, recommends his soul to God. Eminent Scientist specialist of Biology, Professor Gibotin Welcomes Class of Ms. Burnet Come visit his laboratory. Ms. Burnet: - My children, do not be intimidated, Professor Gibotin makes us the honor to welcome us. We have prepared some questions in class. Who wishes to start? Apolline lifts The two hands: She and him are descended to the garden today. They have shod their boots. It has put his hat. As always, he has advanced. It always wants to be the first everywhere. It does balks never before the job that this either for shake the joystick to the continuation of the spider that is housed in a corner of the room or to handle the spade in the vegetable garden. It was nicknamed the fire extinguisher as it is prompt to launch in occupations laborious as if the backup of the world depended on it. But it is mainly because it is always ready for emergency situations such as the hunting of spiders. It does not even allow the time to his wife to take out the head of wolf, yet more convenient for this kind of safari to the small beast. And it, it annoys strongly, his wife. they have paid a very expensive: I discovered myself the second offense, materialized by the remains disappointing of the carcass and feathers scattered... Mom, usually if soft, has not décoléré since. I take my role of reel very seriously. The eyes riveted on the carpet of leaves and beechnuts, i hit the ground and the trunks of my stick, attentive to the slightest movement. It is barely if I diverts the next to observe the backdoor the shimmering adornment of a fungus red to white peas, Amanita a TUE-flies, it seems to me. A few dead leaves scatter here and there and fall limply to my feet. - There, I have seen! Sudden Cree my elder brother. The Fox, the fox! - Where It, Where? In a flash fugitive, a mass Rousse seeped under the high forest and, a few hops felines, is remote from the cohort of reel. No luck, I did virtually nothing seen! I was hoping to both rooting out myself one of these foxes. I look forward to the result of operations... who does hardly wait! A shot banging, followed almost immediately by two others. A cry of madness springs: - I had, I had! Fernand, come and see! The whole world has recognized the voice of Mauritius, whose passion for hunting is known to all. Hunters and rappliquent reel at a brisk pace; two dead bodies lie in a thicket near the creek. The men welcomed in a concert with laughter and applause. - The male and the female! Jubilee my father to the address of Mauritius and Lucien, a neighbor. You are fine triggers, guys! That is the two who will no longer be the teeth on our turkeys! - And yet, he almost m escape, tells Lucien, very proud. The first blow, it has done nothing. But in the second, not of history, it has closed his umbrella! I m approach of the two thieves to hens... The pelage is still hot, color Rousse punctuated with Fauve under the forechest is a incomparable beauty; soft and silky, it slides under the caress of my hand... I raises the head frozen in a rictus fatal; a thin trickle of blood escapes from the throat... The male and the female! Perhaps they have small down there in the forest? What are they going to become, alone, to a few weeks of the winter? I already know that a cruel death, implacable, waits, in the general indifference of men... I rise, I cannot participate in the general joy, I need a little solitude. In a few strides, I agree with my magic beech with foliage yellowed seems illuminated. While the joyful troupe goes back to the farm, I think, a little Hagard, in place of the man in this world that surrounds us. It is necessary that our well-BE to us has as its corollary the recurring suffering of these magnificent creatures that surround us? A wave-to-the soul imbecile m invades. A drop of water is invited on my cheek... Bizarre It is not raining. In this moment the sun pierced the fog of its rays which are laughing Walk the more difficult had been of the capture. I had put a lot of time to tame it. It was without doubt a cloud which came from elsewhere, on the other side of the Mediterranean, if I thought its color mâtinée of ochre. Each morning, since September, I found there, asleep, spread or rather alangui around my home. The first time, I had benefited from this magic moment where the dawn gives place to the Aurore, for the watch, the contemplate without moving, just before it is leaking, pushed by the slight breeze that accompanies the first rays of the sun. As he does not really seem frightened by my presence, I had then started to talk to him, to me of course, but also of him, its fragility, its evanescent beauty. He seemed to appreciate my words, putting each day a little longer to dissipate. As to a child who is bed of cruel tales for that he hides his false fear in your arms, I récitais sometimes at the small cloud amazed, to Emile Verhaeren: The time of dreams... A black night black if that everything seems to have disappeared, seems devastated, and that the Eye worried looking in vain for the concept of things that surround it. Nor heaven nor Earth, nothing: the night, everywhere the night. And in this chaos obscure, a strange concert, scary, crackling giving the thrill, low moaning, hissing of rabies whisking with anger the timid complaints from the bell tower, which originates from ringing midnight, and who are going there, everything there, washed away, hunted by the wind furious. Then covering this tumult, immense without lin nor truce, the great voices of the sea breaking on the shore. The gusts occur without ceases and suddenly a furrow of fire cleaveth the space, seems to want to tear up the black shroud which surrounds the earth, illuminating a moment this nature in wrath, then disappears just hatched; and the shadow is more dark with a rolling thunder that thundering long, finally extinguishes the noises of the storm. The furious hurricane, in turn laments, moans and threat. At this time, only in the middle of turmoil Celtic, the GISA, frail boat from the port of Monsfleur, fight against the ocean unleashed. Has the bar, the Boss Eric Bère seems riveted; on the front, Jean His son, kneeling, recommends his soul to God. Eminent Scientist specialist of Biology, Professor Gibotin Welcomes Class of Ms. Burnet Come visit his laboratory. Ms. Burnet: - My children, do not be intimidated, Professor Gibotin makes us the honor to welcome us. We have prepared some questions in class. Who wishes to start? Apolline lifts The two hands: She and him are descended to the garden today. They have shod their boots. It has put his hat. As always, he has advanced. It always wants to be the first everywhere. It does balks never before the job that this either for shake the joystick to the continuation of the spider that is housed in a corner of the room or to handle the spade in the vegetable garden. It was nicknamed the fire extinguisher as it is prompt to launch in occupations laborious as if the backup of the world depended on it. But it is mainly because it is always ready for emergency situations such as the hunting of spiders. It does not even allow the time to his wife to take out the head of wolf, yet more convenient for this kind of safari to the small beast. And it, it annoys strongly, his wife. they have paid a very expensive: I discovered myself the second offense, materialized by the remains disappointing of the carcass and feathers scattered... Mom, usually if soft, has not décoléré since. I take my role of reel very seriously. The eyes riveted on the carpet of leaves and beechnuts, i hit the ground and the trunks of my stick, attentive to the slightest movement. It is barely if I diverts the next to observe the backdoor the shimmering adornment of a fungus red to white peas, Amanita a TUE-flies, it seems to me. A few dead leaves scatter here and there and fall limply to my feet. - There, I have seen! Sudden Cree my elder brother. The Fox, the fox! - Where It, Where? In a flash fugitive, a mass Rousse seeped under the high forest and, a few hops felines, is remote from the cohort of reel. No luck, I did virtually nothing seen! I was hoping to both rooting out myself one of these foxes. I look forward to the result of operations... who does hardly wait! A shot banging, followed almost immediately by two others. A cry of madness springs: - I had, I had! Fernand, come and see! The whole world has recognized the voice of Mauritius, whose passion for hunting is known to all. Hunters and rappliquent reel at a brisk pace; two dead bodies lie in a thicket near the creek. The men welcomed in a concert with laughter and applause. - The male and the female! Jubilee my father to the address of Mauritius and Lucien, a neighbor. You are fine triggers, guys! That is the two who will no longer be the teeth on our turkeys! - And yet, he almost m escape, tells Lucien, very proud. The first blow, it has done nothing. But in the second, not of history, it has closed his umbrella! I m approach of the two thieves to hens... The pelage is still hot, color Rousse punctuated with Fauve under the forechest is a incomparable beauty; soft and silky, it slides under the caress of my hand... I raises the head frozen in a rictus fatal; a thin trickle of blood escapes from the throat... The male and the female! Perhaps they have small down there in the forest? What are they going to become, alone, to a few weeks of the winter? I already know that a cruel death, implacable, waits, in the general indifference of men... I rise, I cannot participate in the general joy, I need a little solitude. In a few strides, I agree with my magic beech with foliage yellowed seems illuminated. While the joyful troupe goes back to the farm, I think, a little Hagard, in place of the man in this world that surrounds us. It is necessary that our well-BE to us has as its corollary the recurring suffering of these magnificent creatures that surround us? A wave-to-the soul imbecile m invades. A drop of water is invited on my cheek... Bizarre It is not raining. In this moment the sun pierced the fog of its rays which are laughing Walk the more difficult had been of the capture. I had put a lot of time to tame it. It was without doubt a cloud which came from elsewhere, on the other side of the Mediterranean, if I thought its color mâtinée of ochre. Each morning, since September, I found there, asleep, spread or rather alangui around my home. The first time, I had benefited from this magic moment where the dawn gives place to the Aurore, for the watch, the contemplate without moving, just before it is leaking, pushed by the slight breeze that accompanies the first rays of the sun. As he does not really seem frightened by my presence, I had then started to talk to him, to me of course, but also of him, its fragility, its evanescent beauty. He seemed to appreciate my words, putting each day a little longer to dissipate. As to a child who is bed of cruel tales for that he hides his false fear in your arms, I récitais sometimes at the small cloud amazed, to Emile Verhaeren: The time of dreams... A black night black if that everything seems to have disappeared, seems devastated, and that the Eye worried looking in vain for the concept of things that surround it. Nor heaven nor Earth, nothing: the night, everywhere the night. And in this chaos obscure, a strange concert, scary, crackling giving the thrill, low moaning, hissing of rabies whisking with anger the timid complaints from the bell tower, which originates from ringing midnight, and who are going there, everything there, washed away, hunted by the wind furious. Then covering this tumult, immense without lin nor truce, the great voices of the sea breaking on the shore. The gusts occur without ceases and suddenly a furrow of fire cleaveth the space, seems to want to tear up the black shroud which surrounds the earth, illuminating a moment this nature in wrath, then disappears just hatched; and the shadow is more dark with a rolling thunder that thundering long, finally extinguishes the noises of the storm. The furious hurricane, in turn laments, moans and threat. At this time, only in the middle of turmoil Celtic, the GISA, frail boat from the port of Monsfleur, fight against the ocean unleashed. Has the bar, the Boss Eric Bère seems riveted; on the front, Jean His son, kneeling, recommends his soul to God. Eminent Scientist specialist of Biology, Professor Gibotin Welcomes Class of Ms. Burnet Come visit his laboratory. Ms. Burnet: - My children, do not be intimidated, Professor Gibotin makes us the honor to welcome us. We have prepared some questions in class. Who wishes to start? Apolline lifts The two hands: She and him are descended to the garden today. They have shod their boots. It has put his hat. As always, he has advanced. It always wants to be the first everywhere. It does balks never before the job that this either for shake the joystick to the continuation of the spider that is housed in a corner of the room or to handle the spade in the vegetable garden. It was nicknamed the fire extinguisher as it is prompt to launch in occupations laborious as if the backup of the world depended on it. But it is mainly because it is always ready for emergency situations such as the hunting of spiders. It does not even allow the time to his wife to take out the head of wolf, yet more convenient for this kind of safari to the small beast. And it, it annoys strongly, his wife. they have paid a very expensive: I discovered myself the second offense, materialized by the remains disappointing of the carcass and feathers scattered... Mom, usually if soft, has not décoléré since. I take my role of reel very seriously. The eyes riveted on the carpet of leaves and beechnuts, i hit the ground and the trunks of my stick, attentive to the slightest movement. It is barely if I diverts the next to observe the backdoor the shimmering adornment of a fungus red to white peas, Amanita a TUE-flies, it seems to me. A few dead leaves scatter here and there and fall limply to my feet. - There, I have seen! Sudden Cree my elder brother. The Fox, the fox! - Where It, Where? In a flash fugitive, a mass Rousse seeped under the high forest and, a few hops felines, is remote from the cohort of reel. No luck, I did virtually nothing seen! I was hoping to both rooting out myself one of these foxes. I look forward to the result of operations... who does hardly wait! A shot banging, followed almost immediately by two others. A cry of madness springs: - I had, I had! Fernand, come and see! The whole world has recognized the voice of Mauritius, whose passion for hunting is known to all. Hunters and rappliquent reel at a brisk pace; two dead bodies lie in a thicket near the creek. The men welcomed in a concert with laughter and applause. - The male and the female! Jubilee my father to the address of Mauritius and Lucien, a neighbor. You are fine triggers, guys! That is the two who will no longer be the teeth on our turkeys! - And yet, he almost m escape, tells Lucien, very proud. The first blow, it has done nothing. But in the second, not of history, it has closed his umbrella! I m approach of the two thieves to hens... The pelage is still hot, color Rousse punctuated with Fauve under the forechest is a incomparable beauty; soft and silky, it slides under the caress of my hand... I raises the head frozen in a rictus fatal; a thin trickle of blood escapes from the throat... The male and the female! Perhaps they have small down there in the forest? What are they going to become, alone, to a few weeks of the winter? I already know that a cruel death, implacable, waits, in the general indifference of men... I rise, I cannot participate in the general joy, I need a little solitude. In a few strides, I agree with my magic beech with foliage yellowed seems illuminated. While the joyful troupe goes back to the farm, I think, a little Hagard, in place of the man in this world that surrounds us. It is necessary that our well-BE to us has as its corollary the recurring suffering of these magnificent creatures that surround us? A wave-to-the soul imbecile m invades. A drop of water is invited on my cheek... Bizarre It is not raining. In this moment the sun pierced the fog of its rays which are laughing Walk the more difficult had been of the capture. I had put a lot of time to tame it. It was without doubt a cloud which came from elsewhere, on the other side of the Mediterranean, if I thought its color mâtinée of ochre. Each morning, since September, I found there, asleep, spread or rather alangui around my home. The first time, I had benefited from this magic moment where the dawn gives place to the Aurore, for the watch, the contemplate without moving, just before it is leaking, pushed by the slight breeze that accompanies the first rays of the sun. As he does not really seem frightened by my presence, I had then started to talk to him, to me of course, but also of him, its fragility, its evanescent beauty. He seemed to appreciate my words, putting each day a little longer to dissipate. As to a child who is bed of cruel tales for that he hides his false fear in your arms, I récitais sometimes at the small cloud amazed, to Emile Verhaeren: The time of dreams... A black night black if that everything seems to have disappeared, seems devastated, and that the Eye worried looking in vain for the concept of things that surround it. Nor heaven nor Earth, nothing: the night, everywhere the night. And in this chaos obscure, a strange concert, scary, crackling giving the thrill, low moaning, hissing of rabies whisking with anger the timid complaints from the bell tower, which originates from ringing midnight, and who are going there, everything there, washed away, hunted by the wind furious. Then covering this tumult, immense without lin nor truce, the great voices of the sea breaking on the shore. The gusts occur without ceases and suddenly a furrow of fire cleaveth the space, seems to want to tear up the black shroud which surrounds the earth, illuminating a moment this nature in wrath, then disappears just hatched; and the shadow is more dark with a rolling thunder that thundering long, finally extinguishes the noises of the storm. The furious hurricane, in turn laments, moans and threat. At this time, only in the middle of turmoil Celtic, the GISA, frail boat from the port of Monsfleur, fight against the ocean unleashed. Has the bar, the Boss Eric Bère seems riveted; on the front, Jean His son, kneeling, recommends his soul to God. Eminent Scientist specialist of Biology, Professor Gibotin Welcomes Class of Ms. Burnet Come visit his laboratory. Ms. Burnet: - My children, do not be intimidated, Professor Gibotin makes us the honor to welcome us. We have prepared some questions in class. Who wishes to start? Apolline lifts The two hands: She and him are descended to the garden today. They have shod their boots. It has put his hat. As always, he has advanced. It always wants to be the first everywhere. It does balks never before the job that this either for shake the joystick to the continuation of the spider that is housed in a corner of the room or to handle the spade in the vegetable garden. It was nicknamed the fire extinguisher as it is prompt to launch in occupations laborious as if the backup of the world depended on it. But it is mainly because it is always ready for emergency situations such as the hunting of spiders. It does not even allow the time to his wife to take out the head of wolf, yet more convenient for this kind of safari to the small beast. And it, it annoys strongly, his wife. they have paid a very expensive: I discovered myself the second offense, materialized by the remains disappointing of the carcass and feathers scattered... Mom, usually if soft, has not décoléré since. I take my role of reel very seriously. The eyes riveted on the carpet of leaves and beechnuts, i hit the ground and the trunks of my stick, attentive to the slightest movement. It is barely if I diverts the next to observe the backdoor the shimmering adornment of a fungus red to white peas, Amanita a TUE-flies, it seems to me. A few dead leaves scatter here and there and fall limply to my feet. - There, I have seen! Sudden Cree my elder brother. The Fox, the fox! - Where It, Where? In a flash fugitive, a mass Rousse seeped under the high forest and, a few hops felines, is remote from the cohort of reel. No luck, I did virtually nothing seen! I was hoping to both rooting out myself one of these foxes. I look forward to the result of operations... who does hardly wait! A shot banging, followed almost immediately by two others. A cry of madness springs: - I had, I had! Fernand, come and see! The whole world has recognized the voice of Mauritius, whose passion for hunting is known to all. Hunters and rappliquent reel at a brisk pace; two dead bodies lie in a thicket near the creek. The men welcomed in a concert with laughter and applause. - The male and the female! Jubilee my father to the address of Mauritius and Lucien, a neighbor. You are fine triggers, guys! That is the two who will no longer be the teeth on our turkeys! - And yet, he almost m escape, tells Lucien, very proud. The first blow, it has done nothing. But in the second, not of history, it has closed his umbrella! I m approach of the two thieves to hens... The pelage is still hot, color Rousse punctuated with Fauve under the forechest is a incomparable beauty; soft and silky, it slides under the caress of my hand... I raises the head frozen in a rictus fatal; a thin trickle of blood escapes from the throat... The male and the female! Perhaps they have small down there in the forest? What are they going to become, alone, to a few weeks of the winter? I already know that a cruel death, implacable, waits, in the general indifference of men... I rise, I cannot participate in the general joy, I need a little solitude. In a few strides, I agree with my magic beech with foliage yellowed seems illuminated. While the joyful troupe goes back to the farm, I think, a little Hagard, in place of the man in this world that surrounds us. It is necessary that our well-BE to us has as its corollary the recurring suffering of these magnificent creatures that surround us? A wave-to-the soul imbecile m invades. A drop of water is invited on my cheek... Bizarre It is not raining. In this moment the sun pierced the fog of its rays which are laughing Walk the more difficult had been of the capture. I had put a lot of time to tame it. It was without doubt a cloud which came from elsewhere, on the other side of the Mediterranean, if I thought its color mâtinée of ochre. Each morning, since September, I found there, asleep, spread or rather alangui around my home. The first time, I had benefited from this magic moment where the dawn gives place to the Aurore, for the watch, the contemplate without moving, just before it is leaking, pushed by the slight breeze that accompanies the first rays of the sun. As he does not really seem frightened by my presence, I had then started to talk to him, to me of course, but also of him, its fragility, its evanescent beauty. He seemed to appreciate my words, putting each day a little longer to dissipate. As to a child who is bed of cruel tales for that he hides his false fear in your arms, I récitais sometimes at the small cloud amazed, to Emile Verhaeren: The time of dreams... A black night black if that everything seems to have disappeared, seems devastated, and that the Eye worried looking in vain for the concept of things that surround it. Nor heaven nor Earth, nothing: the night, everywhere the night. And in this chaos obscure, a strange concert, scary, crackling giving the thrill, low moaning, hissing of rabies whisking with anger the timid complaints from the bell tower, which originates from ringing midnight, and who are going there, everything there, washed away, hunted by the wind furious. Then covering this tumult, immense without lin nor truce, the great voices of the sea breaking on the shore. The gusts occur without ceases and suddenly a furrow of fire cleaveth the space, seems to want to tear up the black shroud which surrounds the earth, illuminating a moment this nature in wrath, then disappears just hatched; and the shadow is more dark with a rolling thunder that thundering long, finally extinguishes the noises of the storm. The furious hurricane, in turn laments, moans and threat. At this time, only in the middle of turmoil Celtic, the GISA, frail boat from the port of Monsfleur, fight against the ocean unleashed. Has the bar, the Boss Eric Bère seems riveted; on the front, Jean His son, kneeling, recommends his soul to God. Eminent Scientist specialist of Biology, Professor Gibotin Welcomes Class of Ms. Burnet Come visit his laboratory. Ms. Burnet: - My children, do not be intimidated, Professor Gibotin makes us the honor to welcome us. We have prepared some questions in class. Who wishes to start? Apolline lifts The two hands: She and him are descended to the garden today. They have shod their boots. It has put his hat. As always, he has advanced. It always wants to be the first everywhere. It does balks never before the job that this either for shake the joystick to the continuation of the spider that is housed in a corner of the room or to handle the spade in the vegetable garden. It was nicknamed the fire extinguisher as it is prompt to launch in occupations laborious as if the backup of the world depended on it. But it is mainly because it is always ready for emergency situations such as the hunting of spiders. It does not even allow the time to his wife to take out the head of wolf, yet more convenient for this kind of safari to the small beast. And it, it annoys strongly, his wife.