As a blizzard approaches, two strangers emerge from the fog enveloping the forest. From the windows of their houses, the neighbors wonder: Who is outside? What do they want? Desperate for shelter, the strangers turn to the locals, hopeful someone will take them in. “The wind is cold. In exchange for some tea, could we warm ourselves by your fire?“ Will anyone help?
The Old Lion, tiring of rule, moves to Lviv, to a wonderful garret with windows overlooking Ploscha Rynok (Market Square). This tale in verse is a true calling card of the city of Lviv, where wonders occur every day.
See the review at WOW Review, Volume VI, Issue 3
In the midst of a fearsome blizzard, a weary traveler seeks refuge from the cold “Good evening, Father, I’m so glad I found you. Would you, by any chance, have a room where I could spend the night?” “Oh,” said the old man. “I’m not the father of the house, You’ll have to ask my father. He’s around back, in the kitchen.” And so the travler is sent on a journey within his journey, arriving at a surprising destination.
Foxy DuBois has cooked up a cunning plan to turn her dinner guest, Egg, into breakfast.
Loving the tales of her ancestors, who built a castle in the remote French mountains, Anise listens while her grandfather describes how their relatives were mistaken for dancing stones when seen by distant herdsmen.