The postman comes - our dog, rushes though to the gate, and welcomes it gladly. Is glad gets not broken in the mailbox for him, with the paper - though something strange bad fragrance seeps out on the gap.
I open the chest, - very vaccination call - from the vet. The dog it is accompanied by him gladly the fence the postman.
Why do we not care about our messages? The signs come though! - Our postman comes. - That letter stinking, there are beautiful pictures on him only. You are possibly already we lost our nose?
EPILOGUS
My dog got up yesterday and left home. I am looking for it everywhere now if you see it, I am asking you, call the phone number on his dog collar. /Not harapós./
MÉGEGY EPILOGUS
I wandered over the neighbourhood, the forest - what is killed just - was a lumberman (tree motorcyclist sawyer), who saw it. But did not turn up. Koradélután I ran home, but I save it with a little roundabout, I find it maybe. I do not save it at it somehow on one of the places where I believed it beforehand, I turned back almost, but good how I did not make it because the successor sat around peacefully at the phone booth on a pole. Gratitude turned up for a god with a word.
I carry it by a Wednesday to extinguish.
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