The dormouse was an ice-floe of the mammoth era.

The wind turned leaves in the washed linen.

They heard the sun approach and withdraw, with a solemn
step, like organ music.

At lunch, the decanter's cork shone under the acetylene
burner, naive as a pear.

After searching a long time, the children found a
hunter, lost, upside-down among branches.

Very far off, in the bends of old roads, some robbers
with a sack and a club cried: "Your money or your
life!"

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