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There were on a camp or prairie of a lost landscape of Castilia-Leon, whose local name i won't say; there were -i say- a mule and a countryman.
The countryman took the mule towards the camps of dandelions, for unknown reasons.
The mule stopped its march exactly where the astronomic fault line divided the solarsphere between them both. The man got furious, and kicked the mule in a paw, shouting a blasphemy...
Unnoticedly and with a pastose british accent (from the Black Country), the mule started to talk:
- "Condemned and inane being: why in the Earth did you kick me?"
The surprise it was so immense for the man, that his face got pale as this paper where i settle this inferm tale.
The countryman tried to go backwards, and did stumble with a bagpipe that was fallen on the yellow-summer grass: a strange smile appeared in the mule's jaws...
Then, a sort of transfiguration or enigma was settled on the animal's face; turning in counted seconds its whole appearence into a horned exact copy of the countryman.
Both looked each other face to face: the countryman and the mule become in horned countryman.
The solar loneliness was disappearing furious and fast behind the mountains of the twilight...
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