Blood of the Lake of Pinamaloy  (2)

My master spared any Arumanën the blessings he accepted. Ginger body or a goat, for example, take up a sumptuous dinner with family and other people who suffer from hunger in the ili. He also shared his neighbors taken unearthed fruit or plants to root from upon which ever side. And when the tempest comes unwillingly to evacuate people who help other men to ilihan. No wonder he pleases in the innate goodness of people. 

I lived with my master wherever he goes. He taught me how to speak like a man, and by the gesture of the hands and hum was attended to immediately dispatch the command to keep. We both bathing in the river, and what he shampoo is that con-lime takan my fur. His food is food I tasted as well. He hawin gaze thirst with water or broth of coconut, but he never forgot that I was watering to fully satisfy the thirst or fatigue. I monitored him the moment he needed to rest; and becomes his guide so he would not get lost in the dense woods. Despite all, my master informed all my qualities. (Except for his parents.) Did I internalize his humility, as he does.

Reached a shady day and felt impressed my lord hunts alone in the jungle. The other hunter was busy with their work in their homes, and no one noticed his plan. I called just somewhere hiss. I responded quickly turn bay and follow closely behind him. Far our travels: the muddy road to dense forest. Reach the midday is nothing more we can see animal captivity. We walked walked, to glimpse my master the fatty pork and black-grass drink on the side of the river.

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