Monday, January 11, 2010

Simpsons Quality Downturn



calf

11/01/2010 - No sound. The children stood in a long line,

was slowly than light. Above them arched the dark blue.
over the clear line that section of the forest against the sky, the pale light inexorably pushed down to them. Below, the boy held her hand for so long that he could not release it, that he no longer knew when he had grabbed her. Even if they see it, would he can not.

He watched the small group that stood in the grass. The earth steamed. Slowly, a child would come forward at a time, say his name and then waved to the man on the scale. It was too important. In the past, it should be already met several times to terrible variations in the weight of the children.

They controlled so very carefully.

She trembled as the boy loosened his grip, as the other boy stepped forward beside her. Calf. The boy clutched nervously in the straight black hair. The outlines of the scales were still unclear and the rain on it glittered with the little light between the trees and the dome sparkled. Now. He certainly put the first foot on the platform to the second. He paused only for the name of a thought, and continued the movement.


They understood.