Barnabækur
The native boy lay on the grass. It was a warm day. Gently rolling hills of rich green grass extended to the horizon. The native boy relaxed, soaking in the warmth of the sunshine. He was happy. The day was beautiful. The sky was a light blue. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. There was no breeze. It was quiet. The native boy was calm. His life was about to change. He would learn that farming is fun.
© 2024 Austin Macauley Publishers (Hljóðbók): 9781685621483
Útgáfudagur
Hljóðbók: 26 april 2024
Barnabækur
The native boy lay on the grass. It was a warm day. Gently rolling hills of rich green grass extended to the horizon. The native boy relaxed, soaking in the warmth of the sunshine. He was happy. The day was beautiful. The sky was a light blue. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. There was no breeze. It was quiet. The native boy was calm. His life was about to change. He would learn that farming is fun.
© 2024 Austin Macauley Publishers (Hljóðbók): 9781685621483
Útgáfudagur
Hljóðbók: 26 april 2024
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