Aquí comença la història

Aquí comença la història

Aquí en el bosque oscuro, donde no hay silbato de aves, y no un crujir de las hojas. Sin embargo, le susurra algo detrás de ti ...? Por encima de usted? Miras a tu alrededor, sin respirar

debido a la malvada bruja había puesto los vientos del sueño en el bosque. Un aliento de esos y vas a morir de hambre antes de que usted despierte. El capitán de los Beetels

Sorry, my fold isn't ready yet. I was sick snd forgot to work on it in time. Sorry.

Stuff happens. We all understood that. But subsequently the story was underbaked. Doughy. Raw. Indigestable.

That was what the restaurant patrons said when the tasted the chef's food, at least. Chef Mahali Dion was infuriated. He locked customers in the bistro and chucked minestrone at

The patron in the green suit because he complained the soup had a fly in it. Peter Sellers and the rest of The Goonies walked in the room, looking for a table. "Hiya! We're peckish

"So PECKOFF," interrupted Vinnie Jones with a rakish grin full of might like the First Men knew, drawn blade hinted at beneath his mail. The whistle of an unknown bird heavy with

hunger cut threw the air & the opposition knew this mail clad warrior meant business. The clash of steel the cut of sinew and the crush of bone it was over in an instant. A new era