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witch

Mi mejor amiga se llama Carolina, nos conocimos en el colegio, siempre estábamos juntas ella es cariñosa, amigable un poco tímida, pero siempre te dice la verdad, ella es médico Anestesista, esta casada y tiene 3 hijos, aunque no nos vemos con frecuencia porque ella vive en Ecuador y yo en España, siempre estamos en contacto. y cuando nos vemos parece que nunca pasa el tiempo para nosotras, la quiero mucho y siempre la llevo en mi corazón.

Sara and John are talking about a cheetah at the museum of Nature and Wildlife. Sara asks John what the animal is, and he tells her that it is an Iranian cheetah, which is an endangered animal. Sara knows that there are about 70 Iranian cheetahs are alive in the wild, but John said that the number is increasing. Sara asks John how the number of Iranian cheetahs is increasing, and he tells her that there are a number of plans to protect them For example protecting their homes, making films about their lives.

Sara and John are talking about a cheetah at the museum of Nature and Wildlife. Sara asksJohn what the animal is, and he tells her that it is an Iranian cheetah, which is an endangered animal.Sara knows that there are about 70 Iranian cheetahs are alive in the wild, but John said that the number is increasing. Sara asks John how the number of Iranian cheetahs is increasing,and he tells her that there are a number of plans to protect them For example protecting their homes, making films about their lives.

Sara and John are talking about a cheetah at the museum of Nature and Wildlife. Sara asksJohn what the animal is, and he tells her that it is an Iranian cheetah, which is an endangered animal.Sara knows that there are about 70 Iranian cheetahs are alive in the wild, but John said that the number is increasing. Sara asks John how the number of Iranian cheetahs is increasing,and he tells her that there are a number of plans to protect them For example protecting their homes, making films about their lives.

In the dark, the echoes call my name,
Burning lights beneath the rain.
Silent vows, the scars remain,
Shadows rise again.
Lost in time, but not in fate,
I break the chains, I seal the gate!
The legion sleeps, but I ignite —
From the ashes, I claim the night!
Fire within, darkness to defy,
The storm will bow before my cry.
Even if the world will fade,
Shadows guard the light I’ve made.
In the heart of night, I see,
All the souls that fight with me.
Through the dark, through endless pain,
We are one — the shadows remain...

The-Silly-Pup was always going somewhere. I have never seen him sleeping or lying down or even standing still. He was always moving and he always had the air of one on a mission.

I was a visitor at the Riverina sheep station on which he lived. It was good to be away from the city. It was good to get up in the mornings and smell the bush and see the trees and know that kangaroos lived there and that you could see emus on the saltbush plain away behind the trees.

Ben Phillips was my host. He was old and fine and had a beard and loved dogs. He had a pack of them – sheep-dogs, kangaroo dogs, greyhounds – all sorts of dogs. On Saturdays his two sons took the whole yelping, barking pack of them hunting. The dogs had strange names. There was Springer, a kangaroo dog, who ran with great leaps. There was The-City-Dog, a pure-bred greyhound, whose bush inexperience caused him to fall over logs and tear his feet on the rough ground. Then there were Boofer and Moocha, hairy sheep-dogs, and, lastly, The-Silly-Pup.

Ah! The-Silly-Pup. If you could only see him. He is at the door now. Go out, you wretch!

You know when a dog has several pups there is often one small pup that always seems to lag behind the others. In the end they generally grow to normal size. But The-Silly-Pup had never grown much. He always remained smaller than the others.

It is true that The-Silly-Pup had a dog-size tail. This tail was too big for him. He really didn't wag it. It wagged him. That was very funny.

The-Silly-Pup loved me. I say this with confidence, even though when I looked into his eyes he howled mournfully. It was his habit; he never did it with anyone else.

Now, they were expecting a visitor at the station, a city girl. Everyone was much excited. I wasn't so very much, but the boys were. The girl was beautiful.

Mr. Morrison brought her in his car. He was a commercial traveller. By the way, I have always disliked commercial travellers. When the car arrived we gathered round to welcome the city girl. There were the dogs and the boys and Mr. and Mrs. Phillips and myself.

The dogs were very excited. They surrounded the car barking and leaping. Mr. Phillips kept roaring, "Lie down," but no dog ever took any notice of Mr. Phillips.

Then the girl appeared. She flashed her white teeth in a wonderful smile. She was a blonde with dark eyes and dark lashes as long as the hairs on The-Silly-Pup's tail. She was dressed in something like men's overalls with straps over the shoulders. They were blue as the sky. She wore a thin white blouse and her gold hair fluffed about her head like silk.

Now I have been in love before — three or four times. I think — maybe five or six — yes... Ah, what does it matter! Say, seven. But this was the real thing. I knew it. I think The-Silly-Pup must have sensed it too. He ignored the girl. While the other dogs barked and leaped around the car, he refused to take part in the welcome. In fact, he made an even greater fuss of me and ran round me in circles, demonstrating his affection.

But I was all eyes for the girl.

"I love dogs," she cried happily. "I just love them. I love horses, too. I love the country."

I wished she loved me. I could see I was deep in love already.

They took her inside and I walked round the yard; The-Silly-Pup was following me. He trotted behind with his nose almost touching my legs.

Alice, the city girl, had blue satin slippers with ostrich feathers. She wore them in the evenings. They looked strange on the bare boards of the kitchen.

One morning I found the pup coughing. I opened his mouth and it was full of blue feathers. I took him into the bush and we sat on a log for about an hour. When we returned everybody was talking.

"It's Steve's silly pup," said Jack. (I am Steve.)

He was holding the slippers. They were all wet. And they weren't all there. The heels weren't there, anyway.

"Not my pup," I said, "your pup."

"My pup!" cried Jack. "We gave him to you."

"I didn't take him," I protested.

"What!" exclaimed Jack. "Of course you did. Didn't you say to the pup: 'Well, now you're mine, old chap,' when I said you could have him?"

"Perhaps I said that," I admitted, "but I didn't know him then."

"That doesn't matter," said Jack. "You took him, that's all.”

"Well, what about it?" I said.

"Look at what he has done to Alice's slippers," said Jack.

"Good heavens!" I exclaimed. "Isn't that terrible! I'll go out and whip him."

I went out and threw a stick at The-Silly-Pup. He brought it back to me. I patted him and we went for a walk.

The next night it was Alice's stockings — both of them. I began to realize what the ownership of The-Silly-Pup really . meant.

He was always in my way when I was courting Alice. She never saw me alone. She used to say: "You and The-Silly-Pup". She never said just "you".

But somehow I couldn't help liking him. He did the funniest things. He used to sleep with the turkeys. He was so original.

One day we all went hunting. We climbed into a cart and set off through the bush, followed by the dogs. It was a morning of sunshine and birds. Alice kept taking deep breaths and saying: "Just smell the earth. Isn't it lovely!"

It was. Everything was lovely that morning.

When we broke through the trees and came out on to the saltbush plain we all stood up in the cart, looking eagerly for kangaroos.

Three emus dashed from a patch of scrub. A fence barred their way. They ran up and down the fence a little frightened. Then the dogs saw them. With loud barking they set off after them. In the rear ran The-Silly-Pup, lagging more and more behind the others. But none yelped louder than he. The emus had stopped running. They stood in doubt, stretching their long necks, looking anxiously toward us. They pushed against each other, then began running again. But they were still in doubt.

Then the dogs came into sight and the emus gained speed. How they ran!

And how The-Silly-Pup ran!

They disappeared in the distance among the saltbush and the barks and yelps died away.

Later the dogs returned. The emus has escaped. But The-Silly-Pup was missing. We were all rather pleased.

Then he came into sight carrying a sheep's leg. That sheep had been dead a long time. You could tell that in a moment. Everybody held their nose. I jumped out of the cart. I was responsible for The-Silly-Pup.

"Go home," I called. "Get out of here."

The-Silly-Pup was surprised, but obeyed me nevertheless. He trotted away and disappeared among the saltbush.

We set off home. But the smell became bad again. We couldn't make it out. The-Silly-Pup had gone; the smell remained. It polluted the air for the entire journey.

When we reached home we got down from our seats with thankfulness. Out trotted The-Silly-Pup from beneath the cart, still carrying the sheep's leg. With his head in the air, he ran toward the turkey house.

I realized that The-Silly-Pup was a serious handicap, but I persisted in my courting. I had a car. It was understood that Alice would return to the city with me when her holiday was over. I had intended to return on the same day in any case. But Mr. Morrison was also returning to town about that time. Alice remained silent as to who her escort was to be.

The night before our departure I asked her to come for a walk with me. It was a moonlight night. The air was warm and still. Behind us trotted The-Silly-Pup...

I put my arm round Alice's waist. Her head was against my shoulder.

"I love you," I said.

She laughed a soft little laugh and broke away from me.

"I bet you can't catch me," she said and her eyes were beautiful.

She ran through the trees laughing and looking back over her shoulder.

I laughed too, and ran after her. But The-Silly-Pup was faster than I. he caught her and bit her on the leg. She yelled and jumped up in the air. I was horrified. I told her so.

"He probably thought you were a sheep," I explained. "He always bites sheep."

"Don't be silly," she said sharply.

She left me.

Going into the house she called back: "Remember, if that pup goes with you, I don't."

I stood outside with the pup, thinking.

Next morning I packed my case and put it in the car. The-Silly-Pup sat on the back seat.

"What about it, Alice?" I asked her after she had finished her breakfast.

She looked through the window at The-Silly-Pup. All the turkeys of the house were gathered round the car.

"Oh, I'm going back with Mr. Morrison," she said.

So that was all.

Now The-Silly-Pup digs up my neighbour's flowers. I don't know, I'm sure, whether I ought to thank or curse him. Get out, you wretch.

Hi everyone,

I want to tell you about my basketball game last weekend. My team, the Lincoln Lions, played against the Riverside Rockets, and it was really exciting!

We trained hard all week and were ready to play. The game was very close from the start — both teams were good, and the score kept changing.

In the last few seconds, the Rockets scored a basket, and we lost by only two points. It was a bit sad, but I wasn’t disappointed. We played well, worked together, and never gave up.

Our coach said he was proud of us, and I felt proud too. Next time, I’m sure the Lions will win!

The park is in the middle of the city. It is behind the post office and in front of the bank.
The fire station is on the left. It is opposite the hospital.
The hospital is between the fire station and the pharmacy.
The pharmacy is opposite the bookshop.
The library is next to the bookshop. It is also opposite the post office.
The florist’s is on the right. The school is between the library and the florist’s.
Opposite the bank, there are three shops: the butcher’s, the greengrocer’s and the bakery. The greengrocer’s is in the middle, the butcher’s is on the left, and the bakery is on the right.
The market is on the right; it is opposite the cinema.
The supermarket is next to the bakery. It is between the bakery and the police station.

Hi! So, let me tell you about my trip to Canada last summer.
I went with my cousin, and we stayed in British Columbia, near Vancouver.
We stayed for two weeks in a small house close to the beach.
We walked a lot in nature and visited a park with very big trees – it was beautiful, but I can’t remember its name!
One day, we decided to go whale watching. So we went on a tour and we saw grey whales. It is probably the most amazing thing I have ever seen! It was such an exciting experience. But unfortunately, we didn’t see any killer whales.
We also tried some typical Canadian food. I really loved the pancakes with maple syrup. But my favourite dessert was butter tarts. They are so good! It’s one of the best desserts I have ever tasted.
In the evenings, we usually listened to music or watched movies. Nothing special, but it was very relaxing.
I also tried surfing for the first time – it was difficult at first, but also very fun.
I really enjoyed this trip a lot!