Nails Ragged and thoughtful in his little store that sells giant nails into the last corner of the eternal people complained of pain under left shoulder blade. Nothing serious, they said the only time I wanted to ask the only person who dared to see him that day only. His great bulk, entered into his face and his skin grassy made to contact any doubt the sound, but perhaps the most attractive and repulsive in her appearance was such skill have 6 pins, the size of a forearm yours or mine, half drive on the left side of his back.
"13 nails to a kitchen cabinet, please" and an "Oh" at length reached the request and gave no problems. "Do not you have two nails to fix this dilemma?" Said one man with the rag doll in his right hand broken, and she left crying. "Oh" said the giant, perhaps weeping, perhaps something from before, and as he handed the instruments stretched his long moan as the squeak of a door on the night moves the wind and never finishes opening.
So his days until that night he finds that little thing, little, wet, wrinkled and frozen on the porch of his home. "Who is, what is this?" He asked, and nothing was a beautiful creature, perhaps a fallen star, an angel lost a bit of sunlight that was lost during the procession day. He lay there, asleep, and with extreme delicacy grabbed the giant, one of his hands the bed, and one blanket, tucked it inside his house and watched the fire bed.
The next day he woke up the baby, happy jumped off the giant's hand and covered it with kisses in gratitude. He knew the creature had been his bed and his blanket, a priest who knows what evil now does not matter, and he noticed his nails on the back. Rose, as he could, on his shoulders and stared at them awhile. He said nothing could talk?, Got out and smiled at the giant, he broke his undertaken, and, without more, smiled back.
giant sold very happy that day. At that time, which would come unraveled his torment, the winged giant delivered by nails I needed people. There, very compelling, was also the creature, good face, pure smile, helped the giant in his task. He ended the day without pain and came again home.
Good food, some stories before bed and the giant sits again by the fire, extending his hand and the creature jumps, while the giant sleeps peacefully care that you never miss anything .
The next day, however, no work. As the great day gift giant decided to walk to the creature, took to the river to see trees and butterflies, the her smile was competing with the beauties of nature, convinced get their hands on the winning bet. But the laughter and happiness are exhausting and two sleepless nights had secured a long dream by giant nails, he fell asleep, up and down the curtain on their eyes, watching, sometimes first, then heavy Blinks, in happy child jumping near a river. Asleep.
A screech woke him up, the sharp cry of the eagle, when hunting, announcing his victory. She closed her eyes, opened with a start, a pool of blood next to the river and feathers, her beautiful anywhere, and a bird flying with difficulty, weight, back in the distance. "Ay" long, long, dragged his steps to get home. Forged the best of the nails, the size of a forearm yours or mine, put it on the floor face up, stretched his arms, dropped to the seventh pin of his back.
Ragged and thoughtful in his little store that sells giant nails into the last corner of the eternal people complained of pain under left shoulder blade. Nothing serious, they said the only time I wanted to ask the only person who dared to see it. Nothing serious, sir, is just the memory.