Everything is backwards

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan The mix responded and Emwe frowned again. Well duh, that's how the game works! Well perhaps not with the nerve... thing, because he had no idea what that meant. He used a lot of weird words, at least from time to time, and Emwe liked to try to pronounce them. neeer-acking! neeer-acking? He wasn't that little anymore, in fact he was quite big! At least everyone said so. He was bigger than Conor too, or maybe he was just fatter, but it was still size. He still thought some words were a bit hard though, even though he was so big, and as he tried to pronounce it the second time he lifted a hopefully smiling face to his caretaker. Was it right? Was it? A piece of meat was presented to Emwe, but he wasn't really that hungry anymore. He had been alone a little while today, and it had been so boring - now he had no energy left. He shook his head silently, still sitting very still on the floor, looking to the husky. He asked if Emwe wanted a story before bed, and the boy smiled up - not immediately because of the story, but the nickname at the end of the sentence. Sir! Only grown-ups, and fancy grown-ups were sirs. Daddy was probably one. But Emwe was so little! Oh - that's why he was a little sir! Conor wasn't! He'd tell him the second he got tired of hiding. But Emwe did want a story, oh yes, but he'd wondered for some time if his caretaker knew anything a bit more exciting than all the butterflies and stuff. Maybe you can tells the story of a bear or - oh! Maybe Conor gets eatened by one! Tell that story! Emwe's imagination often made things up like that, and it had gotten much exercise today when he'd been left alone with no one to torment with all his ideas. Emwe'd stood up by now, and his tail wagged furiously with excitement. As a child he failed miserably at seeing the dark side of this - as he knew nothing of death. He knew what he ate was dead and stuff, but that didn't apply to wolves, of course. Conor could never die, there was no such thing! Oh what an adventure it would be for him, to be eaten by a bear! //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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