My mother Yrda gave me a gift It was hand stitched It was a beautiful hooded dress A lovely shade of brown Perfect for travelling in Perfect to hide my face from spies Perfect to sit within nature and able to blend in
I within giây slipped it on It was a perfect fit I kissed her on the cheek Then paraded around in it
After hiển thị it off She braided my hair I pulled up my hood Carefully trying not to damage my hair
Fizzgig saw me leave on the border of the village He tried to catch me up I could hear him whinging behind me
I ran deeper into the swamps Fizzgig no longer behind me He must have...