Scorpion (chapter one)(2)
2023-07-16 来源:百合文库
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A big crack transpired as the Uncle fell from his spruce chair and Flink huddled trembling. “What the hell happened?” shouted the Uncle. “Get into the cabin, pirates assault!” “Get up, sheep. ” The uncle held up Flink and retreated in a big lumber wardrobe. The Uncle gasped Flink’s collar and hissed to him and then muttered: “Listen, piss away your ardent expectation for the nerd crew and their arid captain. What their eyes on are only sperm whales and when to be put out to pasture. If you desire alive, be an animal.” The uncle’s voice listened even more calm down than his usual time. Seeping his scarlet shirt which was the taste of the Uncle who as a rule cottoned to persons in red as a signal of strong complexion, the sweat of Flink dripped against the surface of the Uncle’s dainty leather shoes. “You know sparrow?” The requirement was complete nonsense for Flink. “Pardon, Uncle.” “Sparrow, bird, it is very small and hard to peel. And my shoes are made of them.” “Yes, very perfect, Uncle.” “Dump praise.”
Something was pending. “I had a hunch. ” “Presentiment? Uncle?” “No, but someone is looming. Where was I? Oh, yes, sparrow. Do you know cardinal? It is a bird with red tip on its top. The leader of pastors have a high cap of scarlet the way you do. That title is from that.”
A big crack transpired as the Uncle fell from his spruce chair and Flink huddled trembling. “What the hell happened?” shouted the Uncle. “Get into the cabin, pirates assault!” “Get up, sheep. ” The uncle held up Flink and retreated in a big lumber wardrobe. The Uncle gasped Flink’s collar and hissed to him and then muttered: “Listen, piss away your ardent expectation for the nerd crew and their arid captain. What their eyes on are only sperm whales and when to be put out to pasture. If you desire alive, be an animal.” The uncle’s voice listened even more calm down than his usual time. Seeping his scarlet shirt which was the taste of the Uncle who as a rule cottoned to persons in red as a signal of strong complexion, the sweat of Flink dripped against the surface of the Uncle’s dainty leather shoes. “You know sparrow?” The requirement was complete nonsense for Flink. “Pardon, Uncle.” “Sparrow, bird, it is very small and hard to peel. And my shoes are made of them.” “Yes, very perfect, Uncle.” “Dump praise.”
Something was pending. “I had a hunch. ” “Presentiment? Uncle?” “No, but someone is looming. Where was I? Oh, yes, sparrow. Do you know cardinal? It is a bird with red tip on its top. The leader of pastors have a high cap of scarlet the way you do. That title is from that.”