Like that, but no more snow and Christmas story It snowed here recently, and as I have not finished publish it as I intended for you this time (my employer manure exploit me like a slave.
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my pig, you'll see the pay increase that I'll submit in January), I therefore join in an ersatz substitution of beautiful photos and a nice story, or rather a tale that you can read for Kidz wise Christmas Eve, before a crackling fireplace. Attention is a substitute, but not the adulterated crap either, a true tale with a fine moral purpose.
This story was originally written by
"Jaromír Nohavica" , and because it made me laugh (I'm still very young you know), I allowed myself to make a free translation in order to make you enjoy ditto.
As for photos, well that night, I told myself that with all this snow, I could not not go out shooting. So I went around my little neighborhood,
"Malá Strana" , click-and I slammed the pretty buildings that was there with tripod (essential), optical filters and 2.8 F Winter (various). Obviously, I was not alone in having received the same idea, too many fans will probably already posted their pictures on the net a long time.
But I do not fear competition from them, because with their mini-devices, the lens is inside rotten, the absence of stand, I can not imagine for a moment they had succeeded sharp images, contrast and live like mine are more beautiful. I had much trouble for them I say, shivering with cold and realize once in front of the computer that the pictures are discard. What punishment. Okay, and now the story so ...
Turaluile and Turalo, 2 rabbits as thick as thieves, decided one fine Monday, it was high time to put some order in their bear garden, it was spring, and that Spring everyone makes his big washing, and therefore they were scouring their underground hut which was much needed.
You surprise me in the winter, they had accumulated moult charms they had found through the fields, like bits of colored glass, ramp elastic 2 toothpicks, a balloon, glass beads, 12 tram tickets Prague, 3 not even gum chewing, an old hat without tassel ... finally a huge kit with all the rabbits have a vital need to live peacefully. Except that now they could not move into their dens, and it was time to handle this situation.
So they had the idea that they would all sell bric-a-brac, and with the money earned, they would buy a new smart-phone. They then boarded their hay all over the wheelbarrow borrowed from the badger, and hop, post-haste to town. Unless that man is a silly business, and it is not easy to bargain with. What is called the dealer did not need all these trivialities, and the rabbits could not care all go 'to the dustbin.
Turaluile and Bunny Rabbit were offended Turalo:
- "What bits of colored glass in a futility?" Turaluile annoyed, "the sun is red, then green, blue and even if you want, like, look-see through by yourself!"
Turalo And to add: "a beautiful agate glass 5 colors like that, you can exchange it easy against 10 ground balls, at least, so eh, what you say? "
But the dealer did not budge, and here he does he not he was driving the game towards the door. Disappointed and sorrows, the rabbits went home to their field of clover.
But the way they met the fox Roublarre:
"Well guys, mucha made a head, as if you had increased the age of retirement. What's happening? "
" not even talk to me about "the rabbits responded by heart, and to portray the situation in this house.
" Well, then? Well easy, "he said, the fox, notorious thief, "Z'organisez an obstacle course in a bag or something like that. And the prize for the winners, well you already have, there is more to distribute," he said, pointing to the wheelbarrow full of items different.
like Ben, the idea was certainly good, because after the winter the animals are all numb and a bit of exercise does them no harm, however, the fox had a different idea in mind.
Presumptuous, he thought he would win all the prizes, and he saw himself in his den watching the colored glass, marbles, football, and tram tickets, enjoying good fortune and satisfaction.
"Raving Rabbids" he laughed in his beard fox.
The concept, however, pleased to rabbits, they also began to work immediately.
First they cut a large sign on a birch bark, like what "this Sunday at 14h, will be organized on the field of clovers one afternoon sports, in other words an Olympiad, composed of many disciplines like lots. " They are many kind people who have the time, there will be fun and prizes. Obviously, the new found echo across the forest, and all rejoiced with impatience already.
Until Sunday, it were only a few days, and all trained with all their might so as not to receive the shame of defeat. Only the fox was sleeping in Roublarre sn hole, laughing slyly, confident of victory in all disciplines.
And it's Sunday! And all animals throng on the field of clover on all sides, accompanied by their relatives and friends who came to support them.
Some even have sewn jerseys. Crickets and cicadas sing songs to welcome the perky crowd. In short, a great sporting event, if any. Within moments, the field is full, and we can begin testing. But before the rabbits speak, to explain that everyone is welcome, but we'll have to play fair play, that no cheating or trickery, it's not football, etc. etc. ... Worse
the fanfare sounds, and games begin in earnest.
Roublarre fox is listed in all disciplines, because as already stated, he firmly intends to recover all the money. And our animals, to massage the muscles in balsam St Bernard, push-ups and squats while brushing the pasta is magnesium so they do not slip. On the field is a big strain, and the one who raise the most times without stopping will declared the winner.
Then the fox to say 'ha ha ha, because before I was able to lift a suitcase full of ham, strain, it'll be cake. " Yes, but "before" was 5 years ago, and that meanwhile his muscles had fattened faignantise. Of course, it did not budge the stump of a thumb, and all the animals laughed at him. The Bears won all the gold course, and so it was throughout the afternoon.
In the test of jumping from tree to tree, the fox took his momentum so softly, that he not only did not reach the nearest branch, but he went crust in the brambles, darting to the rind of thorns. In the long run, he became not only doubled the doe what he could expect, but also by the mole, which was a shame no name.
In the test of introduced pine cone, Roublarre Turalo reached the head rather than the target, and without the intervention hastened to the rescue team otters and ducks, our fox drowned heron in the pond during the swimming events. It seemed obvious that our fox not win a single prize. Cripple, pitted, soaked and burst, Roublarre fox crept slumped across the field with tears in his eyes. He felt like an idiot.
"Deeply I join my lair" he thought sheepishly. "Ben then?!" And Turaluile running behind the bravado, and pulled at his sleeve to get him back in the meadow. "Come Roublarre, the Olympics are not over. There is still a memory game, the highlight of the afternoon." But the fox did not want. "You know Turaluile, I am such a fat sausage. I thought I knew not what, and see how it all ended."
"That's because you're sheet where you went you had no place. "The Turaluile consoled." Who would have thought that the fox jump farther than squirrel would be stronger than the bear, or would swim faster than the otter ? You wanted to grab everything, and you have nothing. But hope dies last, Roublarre, hop, memory game! "
Bunnies deposited on the grass game cards on the theme" cars of legend, "and opponents took place around: the badger , cat, dog and our fox.
Badgers started strong, turning 2 "Cadillac DeVille Convertible" followed by "Volkswagen Transporter." The Cat made a mistake, the dog returned the wrong card, and it was the turn of the fox Roublarre play. "Aston Martin DB5, James Bond" he shouted, turning the cards one after the other. Mini Cooper S ", where are you darling? Here and there. Nothing could stop him.
The cat twisted whiskers, the dog was panting like a beast, and badger peepers rolled like a hen who has found a knife. The fox put them a beating, picking up 25 pairs, and all applauded the winner. Animals even agreed to overlook his conceited behavior and gave him his well deserved prize: a full book of 12 tickets.
When they parted at the end of the day, after this pleasant afternoon, all animals solicited rabbits so they repeat such an event next Sunday, and Turalo Turaluile shone with happiness and that every is a happy place.
Roublarre fox traveled the rest of the week by tram, and went to the other side of town, invite his brother to the zoo where he lived to boast of his victory. But he brags a little, because he knows now that pride precedes the downfall. As for rabbits Turaluile Turalo and they are already considering organize a large part of scrabble on Sunday.
Free interpretation of a fairy Jaromír Nohavica.
