She packed her seven versalia, put her into the belt and made on the way.
When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane.

Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

O my friend – but it is too much for my strength – I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart.
I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. „What's happened to me?“
He thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.

The bedding was hardly able to cover it and see
med ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. „What's happened to me?“
He thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.