I'm not afraid of storms,

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an Just powerplayed that she's carrying him in her mouth or something? Seems quicker than having to wait for his pudgy legs to carry him themselves //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan The angry lady was angry, indeed. Of course, she wasn't angry at Emwe - Emwe was great! Emwe did only good things, because he was a good boy. That's what mommy had told him. And uncle Ly had said it too. Emwe was smart as well, but he didn't feel very smart as he dangled from his babysitter's mouth, making sure to be very silent and still. He was kind of tired, really. All the stuff that had happened had eaten up all of his energy. He was certain he couldn't run in circles even if he had wanted to, although right now he didn't really think he had reason to. The boy was kind of sad, too, that the two adults had argued so much, and over something silly, it seemed. Why, Emwe had had fun at uncle Ly's cabin, and Conor was on an adventure! How could it get any better? Although, he guessed, if mommy had stopped by a little more often it would perhaps have been better - and he hadn't seen daddy sine forever! Perhaps it would be nice to come home to them again. Yes, when the boy thought about it, he grew more and more certain. He just wished it wasn't so far, that they would get there soon, so he could sleep. Sleeping would be great. The boy had shut up quite quickly after leaving the cabin, scared to say anything since the angry lady was so angry. Her name was Alexey, he knew that, and he also knew that she could be nice, too. But right now she was very angry, and sort of scary. Everyone were kind of scary when they were angry. Two puppy eyes looked at her legs as the female walked towards home, but his tongue was tied. He didn't even feel like saying any of the funny words uncle Ly had taught him! It was funny - must be because he was so tired. The boy's mind wandered drowsily from subject to subject, most of them involving sleeping, his brother's adventure or one of his (now) many parental figures. They were only entertaining for so long. //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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