“Be still. Be silent! ” shrieked the wizard, but not all his magical powers could quieten the warty pot, which hopped at his heels all day, braying and groaning and clanging, no matter where he went or what he did.
“别动。安静!”
师尖叫道,但是不管他用什么魔法,都不能使长满疣的坩埚安静下来。坩埚整天跟在他的身后挑来
去,发出驴叫声、呻吟声和撞击声,不管他去什么地方,做什么事情。


了嬉戏的疣螈。
晨,坩埚不依不饶地跟着他
感染。
图拉莎,我肯定要去参加那个舞会。




