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This reconciliation became even easier when little Aska showed a great gift and aptitude for dance as she progressed. The sun drove away the milky fog still lingering in the woods like the remains of some night dance—white, bright, and quiet. Her blood froze and her thin legs could not move. The grass was especially juicy in that area, she thought, deep inside the woods.
Such insight is revealed to us only l momentous and exceptional events such as this one in which Aska danced her movements having already lost the life she had. The older shepherd reloaded his musket, and the younger one took his bludgeon in both of his hands tracking the bloody trail.
Surely, it was the only firearm on the Sloping Meadows, and it served more to raise the fortitude and confidence of the shepherds than to be a real threat to the wolves. With great difficulty, like a dream, the girl took her first step, one she had practiced at the ballet barre that was not even yet a dance. Thinking like this, the wolf followed the lamb, stopping when she stopped and moving whenever she speeded up the movements of the dance.
Aska never talked about her encounter with the beast, or about her dance in the forest. Aska claimed that no one in their family had ever been anything but a docile sheep-housewife. But her abilities and knowledge were limited to just that. Her steps were short and quick but still unable to fill the time that was standing by like the emptiness with which death continuously beckoned.
They, though, did not have to go far. During the first few days, the lamb, like all young lambs, followed her mother, but when it started to run on her still rigid and uncommonly long legs and graze by herself, the lamb showed her temperament.
This attitude, though, slowly turned into a marveling and irrepressible curiosity. Aja, a big ewe with thick fleece and round eyes, gave birth to her first lamb, who looked like all newborns, a fist of damp wool starting to bleat.
Neither of them now measured either the time or the length of the path. This end, though, was starting to look less and less attainable every second because the dance was overwhelming him and making him forget all else. They stopped and were silent. And in vain she tried to remember something more that she could do to overcome the event that awaited her at the end.
Death was standing in front of her, an enigmatic but still certain, horrible, incredible fact. She remembered to call for her relatives and she opened her mouth, but there was no sound. She performed unusual jumps over fallen branches, jumps that made the wolf laugh, want more, and seek an encore.
They came to the edge of the forest and hesitated a bit, wondering in which direction to vui. Aja was full of fear and wondered how this child of hers, and a girl at that, came to be so stubborn and restless. They went slowly and carefully. She then repeated the steps, fearing that she might lose Weight Exercise some power and beauty by repeating them.
Who knows if this world, since its beginnings, has ever seen what the modest and nameless woods above the Sloping Meadows saw that day? The cagey, cool, and proverbially wary wolf, who was afraid of neither people nor animals, was at first surprised.
Her anrdic and meat are mine any time I would like and anyway Abdric can take them, but not till the very end of the dance, when I have seen the entire wonder.
Aska and the Wolf
It seemed to her that this story with its uncountable number of remarkable experiences had no andrc. Her mother, teary and happy, fussed over her daughter, and all the sheep and rams gathered around to witness the wonder.
Her knowledge had developed to a good point, but now it had come to an end. Her last movement would only be dance. The wolf waited and watched, anrric he started to come closer, and in abdric of her all doors to classical ballet were closing and the voice of her teacher became more and more faint, eventually disappearing.
Aska lived happily thereafter; she became a world-class ballerina, and she died at a ripe old age. This is how the well-meaning, worried mother spoke to Aska. When she thought that the wolf was coming to an awareness of who he was and what he was, Aska hastened her dancing and courage.
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At the edge of the clearing, an unexpected thing happened. The back of his body was now completely deadened, but he pawed the ground with his front legs, rolling his head and baring his fangs. Aja sharply admonished her otherwise well-behaved, intelligent, and beautiful daughter. Then arose another wonder: And the wolf would follow her as quickly as he could, not to miss seeing any part of the dance movement.
It was only in physical education that she continuously excelled with high marks. The shepherds ran to find Aska unconscious. She slowly awoke, lying in the grass unmoving, more like a superfluous fist of wool than a live lamb.