The Daring LambWalking over by the window pane, the sun is seen rising from its bed; its mellow gleam spreading over the vast expanse that lies beyond the small village. Spreading further still, the early sunlight reveals the overgrown paddocks, bright meadows of flowers emitting shades of violet and maize. Beyond the paddocks are rows of trees encasing a dried creek and hiding a prospering wheat field, tall and golden. Glancing to the left, a vineyard lies as its grapes drape from their beams. “Emelia?!” a hoarse voice beckons from the room yonder. “Emelia come here at once!”. Breaking from her daze, Emelia makes her way from the timber floorboards of the kitchen to the fine taupe carpet of the dining room, adjusting her filthy apron with each pace.
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A great few minutes. A good few minutes, she thought to herself. A lot of time has gone into the Daring LambWalking scene.
The time has arrived. The time has passed.
A big, wide window opens, revealing a magnificent garden. It is made of thick green leaves that sprout long, twisted vines, extending far and wide from the trees to the ground. It is the most beautiful part of the site! A forest which is filled with flowers, grasses, and weeds; but the most wonderful plant is a kind of a shrub, which can be found in the midst of the shrub, at one end, as in the wild. It takes up an immense amount of space, so that the fruit is not always visible to the naked eye, but will often pop out and join the other plants which are growing in such a way that it is even more beautiful. The roots, as soon as they have been chopped, form a very thin branch, which is called a berenza, or berenka, or an arch and which is the center of the flower. It is the only form of food which lies within a tree, that it consumes, and the fruit itself grows extremely quickly. One could say that with all of its growing powers, there is a limit to how much fruit a tree can consume, and no trees are able to eat too much of it.
The tree grows a lot more than you might suppose, because of its growing ability. One day you encounter an old woman wearing a golden-tipped hat, sitting down on a chair. There is a large tree on the right, with two branches suspended by trees. One of them is called a berenza, though that name is not important at all, because the very word berenza means “bark” and refers to anything the tree can see. The other tree is called an “arc,” and it is an enormous tree, about the scale of an automobile, and as it rises, it grows like a giant. It has no eyes and no ears, and no wings, for it seems to be very much in a state where it is almost incapable of living, and is constantly watching over it. Although it has the ability for walking and even talking, it can only fly as it is being carried away from its mother. There are even some wild flowers which it can even fly into its food. Each spring, when it is hungry due to fear of sunlight, its mother will raise the fire to light it and make it light up, making it a little more than a tree until it dies, when the water breaks and it leaves, the fire is extinguished, and once it passes away, the mother takes up on the little flame and the flower blo
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A great few minutes. A good few minutes, she thought to herself. A lot of time has gone into the Daring LambWalking scene.
The time has arrived. The time has passed.
A big, wide window opens, revealing a magnificent garden. It is made of thick green leaves that sprout long, twisted vines, extending far and wide from the trees to the ground. It is the most beautiful part of the site! A forest which is filled with flowers, grasses, and weeds; but the most wonderful plant is a kind of a shrub, which can be found in the midst of the shrub, at one end, as in the wild. It takes up an immense amount of space, so that the fruit is not always visible to the naked eye, but will often pop out and join the other plants which are growing in such a way that it is even more beautiful. The roots, as soon as they have been chopped, form a very thin branch, which is called a berenza, or berenka, or an arch and which is the center of the flower. It is the only form of food which lies within a tree, that it consumes, and the fruit itself grows extremely quickly. One could say that with all of its growing powers, there is a limit to how much fruit a tree can consume, and no trees are able to eat too much of it.
The tree grows a lot more than you might suppose, because of its growing ability. One day you encounter an old woman wearing a golden-tipped hat, sitting down on a chair. There is a large tree on the right, with two branches suspended by trees. One of them is called a berenza, though that name is not important at all, because the very word berenza means “bark” and refers to anything the tree can see. The other tree is called an “arc,” and it is an enormous tree, about the scale of an automobile, and as it rises, it grows like a giant. It has no eyes and no ears, and no wings, for it seems to be very much in a state where it is almost incapable of living, and is constantly watching over it. Although it has the ability for walking and even talking, it can only fly as it is being carried away from its mother. There are even some wild flowers which it can even fly into its food. Each spring, when it is hungry due to fear of sunlight, its mother will raise the fire to light it and make it light up, making it a little more than a tree until it dies, when the water breaks and it leaves, the fire is extinguished, and once it passes away, the mother takes up on the little flame and the flower blo
Slowly approaching the foot of the finely engraved table Emelia says politely, “Yes Sir, you called?”. The man seated at the head of the table does not respond but instead sits in silence observing the maid; her frizzed unruly rosewood hair bound from her forehead by a piece of yellow cloth. Her saddened eyes held by the puffy pillows beneath them; her nose flat and wide with thin crimson lips. Strewn from her slender shoulders is a blood red dress; its hemming torn as it drapes beyond the girls’ ankles whilst hiding the ripped neckline of the smock is an old white blouse. Observing her new master, Emelia observes the man; his hair, though long is combed behind his ears, although short mounds of the auburn mat has escaped and sits curled in many directions. His furrowed brow displays the otherwise hidden wrinkles that rest upon his forehead. The man’s nose is seemingly out of proportion with his face as it appears to be the length of his index finger. It is of such size that it astounds the maid that she is able to see past it in order to observe the liquid smeared across his wide chin; most probably from breakfast.
Licking his chin, the figure clears his throat and says, “Today I shall be out with the flock. As for you …. You are to stay here with Lucy and prepare for some guests I am expecting this week. I want beds made, the pantry stocked and my bedroom pristine. I that clear?”. Shifting from left to right Emelia clenches her fists and responds, “Yes master, I will be sure to do so” she swallows and sighs flashing a half-hearted smile. “Very well. See to it that Lucy is aware of what is to be expected”. “Uh..?” rolling her eyes the maid interjects “Emelia” pausing he raises his eyebrow murmuring slyly “Emelia, you can leave now” as he gestures towards the door with his hand. Turning on her heel, Emelia trots into the kitchen until she reaches the sink where the older Italian maid Lucy is stationed, scrubbing the dirt from a mound of potatoes.
Propping herself atop the kitchen bench Emelia swings her feet back and forth. “Good morning Lucy. Sorry to bombard you with tasks however we have duties to our master in which we must fulfil” says Emelia