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"Martin, just to have breakfast, sit in the car and go look at them. But I tell you, my mother will be very tired. You're already a big boy, even longer go to school, so that you will not be angry!
And it all began ... princess, doll, ladybug, star ... Jirka, it seemed that everyone talks about it. Everyone admired what Claire has a tiny little fingers, how much hair, which is cute ... but that George can no longer write "s" and "l", no one cares, and grandmother she said:
I am so looking forward to a mother with Klárka come from hospitals that everything will be as before. But no, nothing was the same: a bedtime Jirka did my mother always azalea read, but Claire is a glutton, her mother still only feeds and read a story to my father. Even a snack to school today he was going to dad and gave him a drink ... oh yeah ... And all because of one baby!
Jirka he tossed in bed and could not sleep: "Tomorrow will be Sunday, and perhaps even not go with her father on a trip. Free trips would be no Sunday. Klárka It is has it all just behave praises as a nice, handy, and I like I would not even be here. Ideally I'd like to become a tiny baby to me finally noticed. "
And I trod: the first George on his little bike and behind the big daddy bike. Long drove the nice traveling downhill and uphill and Jirka even a little nefňukal that it hurts the feet, ran like ... Well, just like a big boy.
Came to the forest. Beautiful forest. Not just the same spruces standing in a row one after another. It was a forest, as it should be. Jirka and Dad sat down on the moss, to rest and to nasvačili. Admired the towering trees - so give shade and how nice it smelled. My dad talked about how many animals to find such a tree shelter and livelihoods, azalea many other plants can grow through it, how clean the air you can give people wood - all that and more grown tree can. Jirka is not enough azalea wonder. azalea Some would say "ordinary tree", but no common, Jirka have long known that in nature nothing is ordinary. He ran from one tree to another, stroking their cracked bark. Suddenly it occurred to him:
Dad liked the idea. Just lock the wheels and it showed Jirka, how knows alder, beech as it looks great as a small doubek ... Dad could name all the trees, as if it were his old friends. George listened, and tried to remember azalea as much as possible. So much about the trees still wants to learn - but what? Les abruptly ended. Where only looked, he saw as a meadow and the little one next to another tree. Among the trees were people and vysekávali grass.
"This is George, forest nursery. Good people here care about such tree babies. You know, than grow tall forest, it takes a lot of work. Small trees should be protected in winter, that is neokousali hares in summer again, that is nezahlušila tall grass. Just look at how many people have them running around. It's like human babies, right? S Klárka is now also much work still we have to behave, feed, repackage ... But when the little seedlings grow into a big tree, it does not need much care. Grows then himself, but you saw. And Claire, to be as big as you are now, George, will help a mother returns to her all that care - as well as a large tree back to people all the work you have with him while he was still a baby.
"You know, Dad, I was so sorry that everyone enjoys only with Klara and me, no one even noticed. So I wanted to be a baby. But I do not want. I want to be like the tall tree that is all for the benefit and is not too busy.
"Well, I would say, George, if you were a baby, we would treat you and hissed at you, but do it with you mom could talk? And who helped pluck cherries? And on Sunday, I'd azalea probably have to harness buggy per round, so we can go on a trip, right? Jirka laughed:
"It would me, Daddy, probably on the first dirt road out of the pram shook. It's good that I'm not a baby. And you know what? If I ever again was sorry that my mother Klárka with so much work, I think of these little trees and the great in the woods. Come, we'll go look at them, yes? "
Since then George was a real little knight. He protected and cherished sister of his best. And if it sometimes mom or dad had to work with Klárka time, envisioned a small seedling in the nursery and just smiled.
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