lørdag den 3. november 2012

En lille forhistorie -- How it all began

In MotherOwl's garden in a quiet corner stood an old apple tree all alone.  The apples on this tree were sour, almost inedible, and MotherOwl never bothered to pick them. Neither did the children of the village ever steal more than one apple. This was very lucky, because the apples were inhabited, at least some of them. The Droplets lived there, and they liked their quiet corner. . 

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