[Fairytale]

Original:

Strike thought about wrapping his tail around Jill, but things were already awkward enough. So his tail lay useless on the floor of the box. He continued to watch the sky, feeling nervous yet calm when snowflakes began to gently fall from the dark sky. What had been a colorful sunrise not long ago was now a gray cloud hanging over the world in the dark. It was almost as if it were mourning.

This was the only second night Strike had been with Jill, but everything felt like it had changed, somehow. The roar of the shiny, colorful things on the black paths now faded to a hum as he kept watch for predators- and rats. You could never forget rats. But he didn't hear so much as a squeak. There seemed to be a settling feeling of peace over the bustling place. He looked at Jill again to see if she'd noticed it, or if it were just him.

Translated:

Arconi has long been d'Arconi. He let his dogs grow up and grow up, and the family was supervised. Seeing him sitting in my bedroom and sitting in the bedroom. I'm glad to read this dune.

I'd like us to be together in the minutes of the meeting. But I had a dog's leg like an animal. I can see his eyes.