![]() ![]() Someone grabbed her tail and lifted her up in the air. The rat scurried in, but she didn’t get far. She glanced warily around again, and then disappeared into the crevice in the rock. They know absolutely nothing about the world. “They don’t know anything,” the rat continued peevishly, “that’s their problem. It was so dark under the fir trees that you could scarcely see the gaping crevice in the mountainside that swallowed up the mist. “Oh, yes, I knew before winter, I could smell it coming, but they wouldn’t believe me, no, not them! They feel safe here. “I knew before winter,” murmured the rat. Snuffling, she raised her pointy nose, listened, and headed toward a group of crooked fir trees at the foot of the highest mountain. “Didn’t I say so?” she muttered crossly to herself. Birds twittered uncertainly in the foggy damp, and clouds hid the sun.Ī rat came scuttling down the slope, fell head over heels, tumbled down the moss-covered rocks, and picked herself up again. Mist had drifted in from the sea nearby and was clinging to the mountains. All was still in the valley of the dragons. ![]()
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