Every night under the moonlight, Goleba was reading to her pear tree the stories of the roses in her garden. Because the pear tree did not remember itself! Goleba was reading stories! Kind rabbits were playing her stories and the moon was pouring tea for the pear tree. They romantically; Without the slightest fatigue, were repeating this every night. Until the pear tree remembered that it should bring pears.
Rodeyo
