Rosario T Hruby
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Good article, a good companion for us
Stories (5/0)
Donkey and reputation animal story
There was a man named Mazen who had a bad reputation because he would take people's things when they were not paying attention; he would talk badly about people behind their backs, and he was especially lazy and always liked to go to other people's houses to mix food, and everyone hated him. When Avanti found out about it, he wanted to find a chance to educate Machen.
By Rosario T Hruby2 years ago in Fiction
Neglected Nostalgia
The winter in the north is always like this, so cold and lonely and monotonous. For me, it's just that the snot will freeze and the breath will have white smoke. It is no different from the thousands of winters before. I thought this more than once after I was used to seeing northern winters.
By Rosario T Hruby2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Rabbit Animal Story
Early in the morning, the sun brother woke up. He stretched and rubbed his eyes with his hands before turning around and picking up his paintbrush, naughtily staining the sky golden and the outline of his sister's white clouds. He smiled mischievously and played hide-and-seek with the exasperated white clouds. Look, he hid in this cloud house, a moment, hiding behind that cloud, slowly and quietly, the sun in the morning sun sister greeted, revealing a red face, suddenly, ten thousand golden light through the treetops to the water dyed a layer of carmine red. The forest, which had been silent for a night, was suddenly active, with larks singing in the trees; squirrels shuttling among the trees and flowers; and the king of the forest, the tiger, was looking for food with his strong and clumsy body ......
By Rosario T Hruby2 years ago in Fiction
Little Mouse Zhu Zhu
Little Mouse Zhu Zhu In summer, the sun was like a big fireball hanging in the sky. The trees are like a big umbrella, covering everyone. The robins are screaming in the trees, "It's hot, it's hot!" Flowers and? were bent down by the sun. In the lotus pond, the lotus flowers were like little girls with lotus umbrellas, swaying there.
By Rosario T Hruby2 years ago in Fiction