Camila Peroni I AudioBook Demo I English

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did you see that are the last Ida PC with the map was trying to find out where the **** they were Somewhere in northern Arizona, that much at least was certain lost in a road that stubbornly defied identifying itself. See what dear? She said absently. That sign we just passed. No, I was BC trying to find us on the map. Did you see a road sign? No, There was a sign outside that last cabin were passed. Arnold was already slowing down and looking for a place to turn around. I'm going back. At the very least, we can ask them directions. Arnold found a logging road and managed to make a three point turn without getting them stuck in a ditch. I'd have folded the useless map and asked, What did the sign say? Here it comes. Read it for yourself. The hand lettered sign sat beside the weedy drive, a dread alien artifacts in six inch high letters. That's all, he said, two words that held the promise of great wonder and mystery. How could anyone pass up a sign like that? Oh, come on, Arnold. It has to be some kind of joke. Who puts up a joke sign in the middle of nowhere. Even if it's a joke. I bet the guy knows where we are and can help us get back to the interstate. I just saw the logic in this argument. They had been lost, all they one wrong turn, leading to another, deeper and deeper into a maze off black roads. That sign was the first speed of civilization they'd seeming more than an hour. The driveway was little more than two streets off their earth leading into the scrub. They bumped and scrapped along for about a mile until a house in a barn appeared before them. Another hand letter sign said parking. There were no other cars. The house was dilapidated and weather beaten toe a uniform, dull gray. The barn was in the same depressed condition. Ah, large faded sign over the barn indicated the entrance to the exhibit. The end seemed very near for Hudson, a Canadian Eskimo dog. Te third, near the shore of Hudson Bay, east of Churchill, Manitoba, £1000 polar bear was lumbering toward the dog and about 40 others the price positions of Ryan, Loudoun, Ah, hunter and Trapper. It was mid November. Eyes had not yet formed on the bay, and the open water prevented bears from haunting their favorite prey seals. So these bear had been virtually fasting for four months. Surely a dog was destined to become a meal. The bear closed in did Hudson Howlin Terror and try to flee. On the contrary, he worked his tail grinned and actually about to the bear us if an invitation. The bear responded with enthusiastic body language and none aggressive facial signals. These normally two antagonistic species were speaking the same language, huh? Let's play. The romp was on for several minutes. Dog and Bayer wrestled and cavorted once the bear completely reupped himself around the dog like a friendly white cloud. Bear and dog then embraced Asif in sheer abandon, overheated by his smaller playmates, Sudan, Egan's The Bear lay down and called for a time out every evening for more than a week, the bear return to play with one of the dogs. Finally, the ice formed and he set off for his winter habit. It