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Great caranguejeiras jumped of the top of the trees, the teias, inside of burrows. The newspapers mentioned search not as a source, but as a related topic. Antenor when it saw that place gave one cried out and if it hid for backwards of Gordon. _ _ I that I do not enter there! Beoriano wise person that existed many teias spiders, but did not imagine that it had increased in such a way since the last time. Neil cole candies foundaton contains valuable tech resources. It was almost impossible to cross this place. However, they would have that to find a way. Not yet they knew which. They were very tired to think.

They had decided to find a shelter to rest and later thinking of what they would go to make to cross. They had been for top of a tree that was to a cinquenta meters of there. Back in the top they had been able to see all the movement of the spiders. In a cocavidade in the trunk all had slept, with exception of Gordon that was without anxious sleep or of more. At the beginning of the afternoon one by one it was waking up. Beoriano was the first one to wake up and seeing that Gordon was waked up if it approached to become vacant. _ _ And there friend, for what I see did not nail the eyes.

He obtained to see some thing that in gives some hope to them. _ _ Not yet. They seem that they do not sleep. They are many. The teias are fervilhando. At each moment, more they arrive. It seems more than all the spiders of the world had decided to be congregated in this place, and, then when we decide to go pra the field.


Bizarra interview Here it is that one of the candidates in front of the interviewer seats pause It looks the eyes of it with a deep look in a certain initial anxiety. The interviewer decides for starting with a more or less personal question, probably to have a first conception of the genius whom she was dealing or perhaps to lull to sleep the initial ice. – Very well. We go to start saying a little on you? – To start speaking on me? How thus lady? – Yes. Some problem? It starts speaking on its infancy, its youth, its gostos.

The candidate suspirou and then he talked back with mysterious air: ' ' If I to count believe that Mrs. does not go to believe however, the estria that I go to count to it is true. I say this because I know that everything can sound too much strange. – We have time, is the will. – I took a simple life in a farm in the catarinense west, a paradise, was a small stuck property between green mounts of araucrias, limpid rivers cut the forest, in the sky flied birds of some species, even though Toucans, symbols of this nation. There the time passed slow, in relation to the people nor if it speaks, were humanists, difficult to catch badness and individualism in air.

The access was difficult, due the great distance of the cities biggest, moreover, the land roads sinuosas and were covered by a gravel badly britado that to the times damaged the vehicles. I lived, my mother, father, two brothers and a sister. Infancy was amused; it went up in trees, it shot in the passarinhos, it frequented the house of the cousins, sang on the roofs, it planned pranks and all the things of a healthful child. However, I abstain to very say on this time, rank that is irrelevant front what I want to count to you.