A Witch in the Bottle(2)# Translation - 译林
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This forest was sad, sad. They entered it a few days later. The fallen
leaves were so thick that the carriage jogged and very often they had to get
off to push it forward. Aunt Lottie rented a horse instead and they rided on.
The trees were bare and wary, tiptoeing in the dusk and sharing some secret.
The tarrying winds were holding a concert in the woods, chorusing an old song
long lost in this land. Then it rained – a loud noise of clapping from the
audience – “Hear! Hear!!” – thousands an
leaves were so thick that the carriage jogged and very often they had to get
off to push it forward. Aunt Lottie rented a horse instead and they rided on.
The trees were bare and wary, tiptoeing in the dusk and sharing some secret.
The tarrying winds were holding a concert in the woods, chorusing an old song
long lost in this land. Then it rained – a loud noise of clapping from the
audience – “Hear! Hear!!” – thousands an