Histórias de lareiras (4)
(...)`Oh! So Bill's got to come down the chimney, has he?' said Alice to herself. `Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn't be in Bill's place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow, to be sure; but I THINK I can kick a little!'
She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn't guess of what sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself `This is Bill,' she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next.
The first thing she heard was a general chorus of `There goes Bill!' then the Rabbit's voice along--`Catch him, you by the hedge!' then silence, and then another confusion of voices--`Hold up his head--Brandy now--Don't choke him--How was it, old fellow? What happened to you? Tell us all about it!' (...)
lareira
She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn't guess of what sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself `This is Bill,' she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next.
The first thing she heard was a general chorus of `There goes Bill!' then the Rabbit's voice along--`Catch him, you by the hedge!' then silence, and then another confusion of voices--`Hold up his head--Brandy now--Don't choke him--How was it, old fellow? What happened to you? Tell us all about it!' (...)
2 Comments:
Eis o que o "entendidos" chamam de um livro para miúdos e graúdos.
Em miúda lia e relia e voltava a ler "Alice no País das Maravilhas".
Depois de graúda já bati o número de vezes lidas em miúda...e não me fico por aqui :)
A Miss Pearls está a habituar-nos às suas deliciosas "Histórias de lareiras".
Eu estou a avisar!
A realidade trouxe-me um pombo pela chaminé, negro de fuligem e fraco de tanto tempo enclausurado. O receio do desconhecido barulho atrasou o salvamento mais do que o permitido pelo incansável desejo de voar, e voou, já sem as bonitas penas repletas de brilho, como as pérolas, rumo ao paraíso final onde as asas só atrapalham.
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