— And it is the fullsoot of a tarabred. Yet one minute's ob- servation, dear dogmestic Shaun, as we point out how you have while away painted our town a wearing greenridinghued. — O murder mere, how did you hear? Shaun replied, smoil- ing … [Leer más...]
FW 411.05-21. Quo Vadis Shaun?
Weak stop work stop walk stop whoak. Go thou this island, one housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there, then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies. Never back a woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom … [Leer más...]
FW 410.20-411.05 Por el camino de Shaun
— We expect you are, honest Shaun, we agreed, but from franking machines, limricked, that in the end it may well turn out, we hear to be you, our belated, who will bear these open letter. Speak to us of Emailia. — As, Shaun replied patly, … [Leer más...]
FW 409.30-410.19 Y aparece Él
— Then, we explained, salve a tour, ambly andy, you possibly might be so by order? — Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid lipes, not what I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on me pre- mitially by Hireark Books … [Leer más...]
FW 409.08-30 Shaun, a voise pure
— But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we remembered, who it was, good boy, to begin with, who out of symphony gave you the permit? — Goodbye now, Shaun replied, with a voice pure as a church- mode, in echo rightdainty, … [Leer más...]