"I'm a fool, really," a whiner raised her eyes to that no expression, went on to say that. "When I was single know snow beast in no food to eat in the mountains, to the village to; I don't know will have the spring. I'm up in the morning and opened the door, with small baskets shing a basket beans, that we will sit on the threshold of peeling beans. He is very obedient, I listen to every word, he is out. I'll be back of firewood, tao meters, meters under the pot, steamed beans. I will leave, should not, look out the mouth, see beans to cast a, will leave without us. He is playing less than another; asking everywhere we go, certainly not. I be nasty, central people out. Until the early afternoon, and seek to seek to find in mountains, see CiChai guangxi with one of his little shoes. Everyone said, too bad, even by the Wolf. In again; he was lying on the grass nests, five zang-organs have to eat in belly empty, hands tightly holding the little basket?..."