rious,freshandohim.Atthemoment,herowlingaroundfreelyinAisha’sbackyard.Look!Anever-wideningcircleofripplesmarredthesmoothsurfaceofthewaterintheswimmingpool.Thatnaughtyurmustbestoopingbythesideofthepoolrufflierwithhissmallhandsforfun.Theswingbytheeroftheayingrhythmically.Itmustbehimagainoscilting,flyinganddangintempowiththebreeze.’tyouhearhisgurglingughterresoundingintheair?Inthegarden,buddingflowersswayedanddahespringbreeze,asifthenaughtyurwasshakingeveryoheirbranches,shouting“Springishere!Springishere!Whyaren’tyoushowingyourbeautifulfaces?”Thatmeddlingisquitesuperfluousofthelittlefellow,foryouwouldthinkthosebeautifulbuddingflowersalreadyknoringwashere!Thespringbreezeflewhighintothesky.Thenaughtyurflewwithittotheroofofthehouse,hiseyescaughtbythechimeshangingontheeaves.Outofcuriosity,heshookandhitatthemwithhislittlehands,fillingtheairwiththetintinnabutionofthemusistruments.Thetinklingsoundofthesemysticalchimeswaslikeabuglecalltotheflowers,tellingthemspringwasreallyhere;sotheyallbloomedatononeaccord,floodingthegardenwithblossomsofnumerousshapesandcolors.Thespringbreezehadreallyheraldedtotheworldtheadventofentingspring.

    Thespringbreezewaslikeapettythief,aremarkablyskillfulohat,capableofclimbingwallsainginsidehouseswithoutmuchado.Therewasnowallintheworldthioughtostopher;nowindowshecouldhrough.Afterall,windowshavecradthespringbreezegetthroughalpertures,howevernarrowtheymaybe.Butspringbreezeneverhadtouseitsspecialtalentsinthisrespectforintheseasonwhenallthingsappearfreshandgayandtheairiswarmandfragrantwiththestofflowers,allwindoentoweletheing.Aishaisnoexceptiontotherule.Likeotherpeople,shehadopenedherFrendowstolettheringbreezeblowinsideherhouse.Whitecycurtainsflutteredinthespringbreeze,likethehemofsomebride’seborateweddinggown.Thespringbreezecircledaroundeveryroomlookingatthehundredsofbooksfillingthebookcasesaroundthewalls.Actually,itdidnotreallywanttosteanythingbutwasonlycurioustofindoutwhatthemistressofthehousewasdoing.Shewasnotputtingonmake-upbeforethemirror,butwasreadingquietly.Thespringbreezewasreallytoonosy!

    Aisha,wearingherlonghairlooselycoiledinaonbun,wassittingtranquillyonthesofabeforeawindowleisurelyreadingabook,withherhairlooselySheoftenliftedherheadtolookatthewhitecycurtainsflutteringinthespringbreezelikethehemofsomebride’seborateweddinggown.Slightwriheersofhereyesonlyaddedtohermatureandentiyandlimpidandlucideyes,deepasacrystalclearautumnpoheverysymbolofwisdom.Lookingdown,shebegantoreadAngelica’stestbookofpoems.Aishareadonslowlyandatteryioutthemeaniweenthelineswherethepoetessusuallyunwittinglyrevealedthesecretsofherheart.AishaseemedtouandwhatAngelicawastryingtosayandgainedpleteknowledgeofherthoughts.Angelicawasaverytalentedpoetess;butherquestforperfectbeautyalwaystahself-destruwhichleaowardsasuicidaltendency.KingDimitrioftenwarnedAishathatAngelicawaslikeanexquisitelybeautifulbutfragilecrystaleasilyshattered,soAishawasveryatteoallAngelica’swordsanda.ShewasgratifiedtofindthatAngelica’stestpoemswerenoledwitharming,terrifyingorsh

rious,freshandohim.Atthemoment,herowlingaroundfreelyinAisha’sbackyard.Look!Anever-wideningcircleofripplesmarredthesmoothsurfaceofthewaterintheswimmingpool.Thatnaughtyurmustbestoopingbythesideofthepoolrufflierwithhissmallhandsforfun.Theswingbytheeroftheayingrhythmically.Itmustbehimagainoscilting,flyinganddangintempowiththebreeze.’tyouhearhisgurglingughterresoundingintheair?Inthegarden,buddingflowersswayedanddahespringbreeze,asifthenaughtyurwasshakingeveryoheirbranches,shouting“Springishere!Springishere!Whyaren’tyoushowingyourbeautifulfaces?”Thatmeddlingisquitesuperfluousofthelittlefellow,foryouwouldthinkthosebeautifulbuddingflowersalreadyknoringwashere!Thespringbreezeflewhighintothesky.Thenaughtyurflewwithittotheroofofthehouse,hiseyescaughtbythechimeshangingontheeaves.Outofcuriosity,heshookandhitatthemwithhislittlehands,fillingtheairwiththetintinnabutionofthemusistruments.Thetinklingsoundofthesemysticalchimeswaslikeabuglecalltotheflowers,tellingthemspringwasreallyhere;sotheyallbloomedatononeaccord,floodingthegardenwithblossomsofnumerousshapesandcolors.Thespringbreezehadreallyheraldedtotheworldtheadventofentingspring.

    Thespringbreezewaslikeapettythief,aremarkablyskillfulohat,capableofclimbingwallsainginsidehouseswithoutmuchado.Therewasnowallintheworldthioughtostopher;nowindowshecouldhrough.Afterall,windowshavecradthespringbreezegetthroughalpertures,howevernarrowtheymaybe.Butspringbreezeneverhadtouseitsspecialtalentsinthisrespectforintheseasonwhenallthingsappearfreshandgayandtheairiswarmandfragrantwiththestofflowers,allwindoentoweletheing.Aishaisnoexceptiontotherule.Likeotherpeople,shehadopenedherFrendowstolettheringbreezeblowinsideherhouse.Whitecycurtainsflutteredinthespringbreeze,likethehemofsomebride’seborateweddinggown.Thespringbreezecircledaroundeveryroomlookingatthehundredsofbooksfillingthebookcasesaroundthewalls.Actually,itdidnotreallywanttosteanythingbutwasonlycurioustofindoutwhatthemistressofthehousewasdoing.Shewasnotputtingonmake-upbeforethemirror,butwasreadingquietly.Thespringbreezewasreallytoonosy!

    Aisha,wearingherlonghairlooselycoiledinaonbun,wassittingtranquillyonthesofabeforeawindowleisurelyreadingabook,withherhairlooselySheoftenliftedherheadtolookatthewhitecycurtainsflutteringinthespringbreezelikethehemofsomebride’seborateweddinggown.Slightwriheersofhereyesonlyaddedtohermatureandentiyandlimpidandlucideyes,deepasacrystalclearautumnpoheverysymbolofwisdom.Lookingdown,shebegantoreadAngelica’stestbookofpoems.Aishareadonslowlyandatteryioutthemeaniweenthelineswherethepoetessusuallyunwittinglyrevealedthesecretsofherheart.AishaseemedtouandwhatAngelicawastryingtosayandgainedpleteknowledgeofherthoughts.Angelicawasaverytalentedpoetess;butherquestforperfectbeautyalwaystahself-destruwhichleaowardsasuicidaltendency.KingDimitrioftenwarnedAishathatAngelicawaslikeanexquisitelybeautifulbutfragilecrystaleasilyshattered,soAishawasveryatteoallAngelica’swordsanda.ShewasgratifiedtofindthatAngelica’stestpoemswerenoledwitharming,terrifyingorsh