"It must be an umbrella roupaclossal!" Thought Lucia, advanced aida mais.De suddenly realized that he was stepping on anything that fell apart under his pés.Seriam other mothballs? Below to examine the time maos.Em axar of the flat bottom and hard the wardrobe, he found something soft and cold, which crumbled in the fingers. "It's very strange," he thought, and took another step or two.
What he now rubbed his face and hands were no longer soft fur but something hard, rough and espertava.
-Now this! Seem branches of trees!
Only then saw that there was a light ahead, not two feet from the nose, where it should be the bottom of the wardrobe, but far away, was falling on him something light and soft, a minute later, he realized he was a woods at night, and there was snow under your feet, while other flakes fell from the air.
He felt a little scared, but at the same time, excited and full of curiosidade.Olhando for trees, also saw the open door of the wardrobe and also distinguished the empty room where that took place out. Of course, left the door open, because he knew well that is stupid a person close to a wardrobe. There still far pareciadivisar daylight.
-If something goes wrong, I fully back.
And she began to move slowly over the snow toward the distant light.
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