Sleepy Fox Hollow heiter

mahler laughed at that, for it was not often a question asked. he looked at little anselm and his pearly teeth flashing in question; not so little now, his sons. he thought of isa and sobered.
"ich lebe seit sieben jahren," mahler said at last, reaching to ruffle anselm's ears. "and if i am blessed, i vill see another four."
the advisor stepped now, to cut into the chest of the elk.