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A windy tale

“She toots and hoots, biffs and boffs,
and pumps and trumps her way round the village
- waking small children - frightening goats -
even blowing pheasants out of trees.
She tries to keep things quiet, she really does,
but she can’t hold it any longer.
The back quack that follows is beyond
anyone’s wildest expectations…
and so the story begins.”

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3 commenti

  1. odio il vento, e oggi ce n'era un bel po', con questa tua illustrazione stupenda faccio pace anche con la bora.


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