The desire to share what they experienced was so great that the last three days of travel were addressed without stopping. Our heroes, going up and down the last hill before getting back to his native village, watched in amazement every single detail.
Something had changed ... but who knows maybe it was fatigue that made bad jokes, or maybe who knows, the eyes with which looked at the reality was different now, perhaps more aware of their potential.
E 'in this scenario that finally there appears the valley, this lake on the left side ... and the secret place. It seemed as if time had stopped. John shook a little Jack, and together breathed a sigh common, eyes shining, happy to be home again, to finally share in the great brought back. The sun was coming almost at sunset. Alcuane more hours of walking and then finally at home ... but two of our friends decided to stop on that hill watching the night come down and meditate for a while. By common agreement, decided to spend the night out and get back on their journey the next morning.
It must have been a full moon, the stars ... or fatigue ... the two ants fell asleep in a second, dreaming of their return to the village the next day ...
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