2. the generous soul.
3. we admire the crasftmanship of his pomlazka.
4. 8:50 "the beating"
5. fertility at my fingertips.
this morning i woke up feeling a little older than usual. i was met with an easter sunrise and the stark realization that these 24 years have really gotten to me. i grabbed a mirror noticing my eyes a little less wide and bright, my skin a little less supple. i yawned and pondered over what could be done. had this been new year's i could make a series of resolutions. had it been my birthday i could have asked for all types of magic potions and elixirs that promise to transform me into a 12 year old again. in exasperation i threw the mirror to the floor and jumped up.
"alas, there is no fountain of youth!" i exclaimed!
suddenly, there was knock at the door. then a heavy, consistent thump.
i quickly turned and there he was "pomlazka" in hand. singing a little ditty that went something like this,
Sem poskakuje Petr, ten divoký králik,
poskakuje zajíčkovou cestou,skakity, skokity
nastává Velikonoce
[Here comes Peter Cotton tail
hopping down the bunny trail
hippity, hoppity
Easter is on it's way.]
i received my switches and suddenly i was transformed! with each switch i felt as if a year were knocked off. thankfully the song was quick and punchy. he stopped just short of puerility and i am now a spry děvčátko (girl) once again.
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