Cass and Maya Galleas

"I beg you, don't worry and calm down," said a calming and slightly domineering voice to his interlocutor. "I hope this is not your first interview? Is it, Notric?" "No, it isn't, Mr. President. I work in the newspaper "Ears and Littletail" for a very long time, just I was a little shocked of your sincerity and manner of conversation," Notric answered in a kind tone to the question. "Forgive my directness, you are much calmer, more confident and more sociable than other rulers, Mr. Pelterson," the journalist said politely. "That's fine. So we’ll conduct our conversation, praising each other's merits," President made a joke. "You see. Well, how? How can you seriously talk about any topic?" "Like this. When it is necessary, I can be more serious, especially if the question applies to my country," said Pelterson, smiling. "Well then, our readers will have the first q

Morning is like a morning. To be precise, "The accuracy is the true strength of the monarchs," today's morning was affable and tender, affectionate and sunny. Drops of water just ran along the fresh and bright green grass. The wind blew a light breeze, waving and as if playing with magnificent hair Llila. The weather was around like a painter's dream. "But as is known, always in the most beautiful and glorious days, the most horrible things happen." Actually, today's day probably does not belong to terrible or frightening evil intentions. Exactly today Aeron III, King of the Meerkats, was especially difficult to find something comforting for himself and because of this the king's soul was compressed by tight snakes of doubt as to a crunch. Everyone was noticed this and Aeron had time to think on the way to the Royal School for the little ones. Stopping at the entrance to the school building, the queen looked at her husband with repr

"The beginning was in the beginning," said a cheerful voice from the tent with different everyday goods. Then careful hands took out something smooth and long, and laid it on the table before the interlocutor. "Or has my Monarch already forgotten?" asked the voice ironically. "No, I've not forgotten or, more accurately, how can I even forget you?" said Aeron III and looked inside the tent. He's following the interlocutor. It was stuffy and damp in the tent of dark red velvet but very clean although it was a workshop in the fact. It was in a well-known workshop for the whole world, or rather to its master, King Aeron III came from the very early morning. He wanted to discuss very complex and exciting questions with his old friend. "The patient, what are you complaining about?" asked playfully the owner of the tent. He quickly began to clear the table before him. "Drop these jokes, you are not a doctor, you are a

“The lie is an integral part of man’s speech,” spoke She in a playful voice. She studied carefully her new or more accurately updated leader of trolls Tukum. “Remember. Hold fast, fiercely and boldly, angrily with them and I "promise" I will not torture you anymore for fun...” "Yes, yes, I understood well Lady," said the leader in a frightened voice. "But maybe you just stop calling me "your Doggie"?" asked he dreary. "Oh, no!" exclaimed She. "Remember Tukum, you will always be a "Doggie" now. Now it's your name. But as I see you did not understand me. I'm just telling you that if you do it right I'm not going to strangle you with a collar," said She these words and sat down on her throne. According to her gesture, the sandy hall or throne room was filled with various diplomats, counselors and other officials in the Barbed Tower . They all have a great importance in the life of the capi