Set2 Lesson27 A Spurve, A Nude One, with big eyes and long legs, fell down from the roof. The little boy out of wool it saves a bed softly; He cooked it with grits on the tongue, and bigger and bigger became Spurveungen. And when it came to his body, then it was built in the top of the tree. It did not fear his little friend, but flattered lovingly to her. Every evening, when he came home from school, It roared his thanks to him in the sun. Little Puk Please sign my guestbook before you leave if you have time. Designer ©Minna B Mortensen  2018 All Rights Reserved