Ja mám psa.
Ten pes je malý a príjemný.
Volá sa Geordie.
On je môj pes
(Hey, don’t laugh! I’ve just started learning.)
The wee lad on the left was dumped in a garden , the last time I saw him we was afraid to come out and play … Not today !!
I’m lying in the thick orange mud, the root of an elder root goring my hip bone, a vicious cilice-like bramble around my thigh. I’m scraping up clodded earth with my bare hands, gouging with my nails, dragging free lumps of Hornton stone, ash twigs, dried leaves. 1,362 more words