had the worm lady if it would not come out of her shell chest out. Because it was Christmas time and that was not the time which was nice.
It knocks on your chest and worm knocked louder. Startled, who have been?
A small girl's voice cried Miss squeaky snail, snails, lady oh come on get out please. I'm so alone here. Come out of there, I 'm hungry and thirsty and began to cry bitterly. What is that wondered the worm lady!
What is this, a child in my shell, which is not at all. How it came about purely. But have been locked when I went to the assistant wife. The voice was getting weaker and so afraid. It stirred in her heart, she luckte carefully out of the freezer and saw a little girl in front of her sitting on the floor. She opened the freezer door and climbed out even more.
She looked at the little girl. Filthy Rotznäschen they had a dirty dress, it scraped the knees. Horrified, she saw the little girl was klappertdürr and cold. In her shell had to freeze nobody ever starve and thirst.
The worm lady ran into the kitchen from the very funny, even more funny. Lauter boxes stood around and labeled as chocolate for the soul, cocoa powder, to comfort, to the delight of jelly. Hot milk with honey to sleep. On these boxes was a teddy bear on it. Which they took quickly and ran to the little girl. You there, look what I have for you.
The little girl looked up with tears in his eyes, sniffed and said softly squeaky. what is this? Nah, you show that not what a teddy bear? A cuddly toy that you can hold in their arms and tell all his troubles and he always listens and has a loving whole. No, I do not know. Feel like the times of long and feel he is very soft.
It will not harm you.
The little girl stretched out her fingers and was surprised: O, which feels so soft. As the cushion of my mom. She began to cry again. There, the get from me. Sun ran the worm lady go again, and took their security blanket, which actually belonged to her. What the heck is the little sad, and what does it matter if they borrow it would. As the little girl was sitting all bogged down with the teddy bear in her arms. She wept not, however, had their eyes closed. So she put her security blanket around her. Whether she could sit next to them. She knew not, never had contact with a crying child. Their siblings, they were much older and gone forever, not just love with her and particularly her brother was very angry with her. Rather, they had cried so many times. Crybaby called the mother accessible, beating them. She knew her mother did not love.
So they sat down beside just the little girl and asked where it came from then!
you know me, then not, I'm the little crybaby. How, what, what should it. I am always with you but you did not hear me. I poke you and you feel nothing, you should always say what is and thumb around with your hands. Tells you that the helper wife has sent me to you! Hääää, What! What! How do you show that the woman will help me and the young girl. I'm with you, and hear and see all the little girl said. If you do not push them away again. Is it not meant the worm lady. The little crying again. Cry-baby so she called her mother always used to Sun As the small came to this name.
The mystery was solved, not just like that, but the worm lady could not send the crying child to leave. It was and remained sometimes spoke loudly so that she could listen to her. It was also pretty scared and cried. Whispered in her ear close. You are so hot I had stomach ache and then they marched to their doses.
And the cans emptied and filled, other recent doses were added. And her shell, turned into a beautiful house, because there was a nursery, set up beautifully by the worm lady and the little girl. What else
so great was because they made their name tags and the little fairy was Fae. was
crybaby it no more and the worm lady no more. Past it was and they went to the helper woman who was out with them why it was so far past them. Why they existed separately and yet together in a body.
They celebrated the first Christmas. They even got a gift from the woman using a sparkling writing book for the Great with a pen and a picture book for children.
All this is made possible if you work hard on themselves to seek and find.
heavy and feasible, strength and patience. It was very much to the fore and it reported that many other children in her .. and still so many other human figures.
The house was converted into a larger and a group of children was raging around happy. The garden was the most beautiful place to play with swings, sandbox, everything which the heart desired.
When the road from the house, went out into the world as experienced one other such improbable hope island, because the soul has room enough to make beautiful things for her to heal any angle.
freedom that was the magic word which everyone understood it wanted to fight everyone.
has been seen more and more each year in the beautiful Christmas.
In the meantime, mourning was very important and to recognize the new life.
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