knew where the child was. I could smell it. I could smell even the color of your hair. The saber-toothed tiger crouched, with all the muscles in tension to pounce on its prey at any moment. Was behind the rock that stood before him. His bristly hairs of the back due to stress, the claws were threatening to leave at any moment, and the instinct completely clouded reason.
roaring with all the ferocity that gave your lungs, the tiger jumped over the rock, rising majestically over this insignificant human. We opened his mouthfocusing its deadly knife, 30cm shiny ivory, when a sudden pain that began with a "bonk" in his head, went through her entire body through the spine. Unable to focus on, tripped over his own feet and fell from the top of the rock that was next to the child who had been about to hunt.
- Be OK?
The child looked up. Before him stood a blue-haired woman dressed in leopard skin, supporting a club over his shoulder, nervously shaking his foot up and down.
- Tigre no longer be a problem, I hunt. You againogerle the tiger head, inspecting.
- well, no nothing, ass frog. Have a very nice dog. Being blue tiger. He scratched his head full of people, trying to figure out something for your brain-child was not white and have blue tiger dog. You be very rare.
- You have blue hair, become more rare, "he said folding his arms.
- But mine be dye, squeezing many chameleons to achieve look. No more carry.
- No wonder.
She patted on the head the tiger struggling to keep up. He growled: in addition & amp; aacute; s that did not like to shake him and then hide it, smelled it special. Particularly badly.
- Well, going back to cave. Want to come? Have food.
I was going to say no when a child has both the guts sounded his tiger hid behind the woman who hit him. Preferred to stick to the hits you remember it was just a snack with legs.
- Valer, I want to eat something ligerita. Middle mammoth serve.
- Yesterday eating mammoth bichosaurio play today with Roquefort.
The white boy kicked the stone that was closer, annoyed. CHTML
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