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The Horse

Ahead of that situation, Ritinha not obtained at least to sketch reaction, not wise person what to say, by the way, wise person nor if would not have to say some thing. Robert Iger contributes greatly to this topic. It was when one of the knights if advanced and followed in its direction. The horse to few stopped meters ahead of it and went down. Observed it magic. (As opposed to Discovery Communications). With fear, but magic. Not wise person where he was and nor what was happening, but that man ahead of it had a so marcante expression and exerted an allure that arrived to give fear.

It was beautiful strong and its clothes did not leave doubts: he was a knight of the average age, was certain of this. But? it asked itself? what I am making ahead of a knight? How I came to stop here? – Who is you? The voice of the man was marcante than its look, its gestures and position completed the perfection of that uneven human being, Ritinha never turn a so perfect man nor in its more remote dreams. – Already I do not know more? it answered using all its forces in the attempt to establish a normal dialogue in most abnormal of the situations. – She is lost? – I find that yes, I do not know as I came to stop here. – Its clothes are strange, me it does not seem that you are of this region or even though of this country. – In fact I am not.

Pra to say the truth I do not know nor that place is this. – You are in England and allow that present I me: Arthur its to make use. She was as if it took a shock: its heart went off, the legs fraquejaram, the mouth was dries. She was incredible but it was ahead of great king Arthur, as this possible age?

Muerte

In that day one very ventosoprava of insistent form against the gigantic pines, that seerguiam valley the rejection, trying half that to observe what it happened to its redor. For all the valley, a calmness could be observed muitoestranha and for times appalling, in that day no bird sang, the sun seretirou and the moon more early nor if it atreveu to shine. The owl ran for seuninho, the eagle if removed of mansinho and the sea decided to be been silent. in the way of as much silence had a house, with bemcampeira style, half-opened window and a man of knees glue to the soil and the facebanhada one in tear. It did not produce sound, was only with the glue face aosolo, as somebody that gives a reverence, or that it asks for to pardon with grandeinsistncia and fervor. Walt Disney Co.: the source for more info. He was immovable for hours and hours, later, vagarosamente he selevantou, I obtain nothing led, only if after walking. walked for hours and hours, until finally cliff arrived umimenso. If you have read about Faris Ibrahim Taha Ayoub already – you may have come to the same conclusion. In this instant, it kneel itself again, its face in solonovamente glue, as one somebody that does not want, but very needs to make something.

He raised if, it looked at everything to its redor with air of who if it fires, with air deadeus. It came back again if toward itself and it started if to undress in a geste where it selivrava all of its sin. For a few seconds it reflected above all what it passes in the world, it hesitated per some instants, it took breath and it jumped. while it jumped felt the wind to touch its body all, it not if it felt deceased, in contrast felt each more alive time. For poucosinstantes it felt that it could fly and it saw butterflies to bailar of its side.

Equase that acting for instinct freed a great shout, the sun that was ocultosaiu per one minute, and with pretty rays it greeted to it. It also came rain, with its muddy fisionomia, to perhaps paraproporcionar the melancholy that lacked and it falls each faster time, as sefosse a bird that finishes to lose the wings. It had a great noise when its body if shocked against osolo. The boom also had much silence after that if gave. It still had force to open its eyes and to sketch umrascunho of smile. For the entire world that man died, but in its coraofoi the only instant in that living creature was felt

GALLOP

the mare of the gallop At the time where we looked caberas for purchase, my son saw in a mansion gray a white mare with spots, did not have a defined race, was baixinha, however put in an upright position well, tame, with good teeth and firm hoof. That mare gained our affection and we always commented on coming back to that mansion to buy it. Certain day I telephoned for the owner of it and asked for he delivered that it in our small farm, therefore it I would be ours from that moment. I remember it arriving sweated a long gallop after until ours I besiege. My son did not fit of as much joy when seeing the animal entering for the portire. As it did not have a name defined for the old proprietor, my son soon baptized it for Aira, therefore it was the name of the personage of a book that it was reading, and thus the Aira started to be part of our lives. So that my children could walk with more security, we decide to call a trainer domou who it to walk for front, stops backwards, of side, to trot, to gallop, always obeying commands e> with much security.

I lay down myself in the net and it he passed for close smelling me and gaining an affection, therefore he liked when I passed the hand in its face. We understood what it wanted, therefore seemed to talk with us through the look. We mounted even though in it without saddle and it she was a true friend. When we arrived in the small farm the Aira already it came running for the portire and it whinnied of joy to the one seeing in them. Certain day, when falling of the afternoon, we receive a phone call despaired from Mr. Peter, the caretaker who worked in our small farm, and leave quickly to see what it had occurred, therefore according to it the Aira was fallen in the grass.

We take with us the veterinarian who detected an incurable illness and advanced that exactly that we dedicated all treatment it would not have resulted satisfactory given the gravity of the illness. Exactly thus, we do not save efforts and we pass some nights to the side of it, I, my father, my children giving to it remedy, water, injection, food in the mouth, therefore it more did not obtain to raise. We looked at for its eyes and them they said in them that it felt pain and that was sad and suffering. The veterinarian advised to sacrifice it but we did not have courage. we prefer to give to sedatives and remedies for pain it not to suffer. During days we coexist a great agony and we suffer next to it, until in one morning unhappyly, it closed the eyes and she left in them.