THIRD INGREDIENT: --- A LITTLE REST

WALK WALK ...

FINALLY HERE IS THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN, WHICH BEAUTY, ROUND SKY, MATUTINE BREEZE AND DISTENSE OF BLUEBERRIES NOT TO END, STILL FAR AWAY, WITH ROADS AND PATHS ON THE UPWARD, TO TRAVEL, BUT THEM, THE CRANBERRY SO MUCH DESIRED WERE, AND ALSO IN PLENTY.

I ARRANGED IN PLACING THE BACKPACK AND THE BASKET ON A FLAT MADE OF SOIL AND STONES, BEAUTIFUL SMOOTH AT THE LIMIT OF A BEECH GROVE.

I rested on a stone that looked like a stool, drinking at the bottle.

AFTER A LITTLE, THE RITE OF THE COLLECTION WAS BEGIN.

BEING THE FIRST TIME, I HAD BOUGHT A ROLL, THINKING I KNOWED HOW TO HANDLE IT FROM THE FIRST MOVE.

WHAT A DISAPPOINTMENT, AS IT WAS DIFFICULT I WAS MALDESTRA AND SO INEXPERT TO SUCCESSFULLY ABLE TO RUIN PLANT AND FRUIT IN A SINGLE MOVE.