The Man With Beautiful Eyes
When we were kids there was a strange house. All the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo. Pretend we were Tarzan (although there was no Jane). And there was a fish pond. A large one full of the fattest goldfish you ever saw and they were tame. They came to the surface of the water and took pieces of bread from our hands.
Our parents had told us “never go near that house.” So, of course, we went. We wondered if anybody lived there. Weeks went by and we never saw anybody. Then one day we heard a voice from the house.
The Man With Beautiful Eyes
When we were kids there was a strange house. All the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo. Pretend we were Tarzan (although there was no Jane). And there was a fish pond. A large one full of the fattest goldfish you ever saw and they were tame. They came to the surface of the water and took pieces of bread from our hands.
Our parents had told us “never go near that house.” So, of course, we went. We wondered if anybody lived there. Weeks went by and we never saw anybody. Then one day we heard a voice from the house.
The Man With Beautiful Eyes
When we were kids there was a strange house. All the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo. Pretend we were Tarzan (although there was no Jane). And there was a fish pond. A large one full of the fattest goldfish you ever saw and they were tame. They came to the surface of the water and took pieces of bread from our hands.
Our parents had told us “never go near that house.” So, of course, we went. We wondered if anybody lived there. Weeks went by and we never saw anybody. Then one day we heard a voice from the house.
The Man With Beautiful Eyes
When we were kids there was a strange house. All the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo. Pretend we were Tarzan (although there was no Jane). And there was a fish pond. A large one full of the fattest goldfish you ever saw and they were tame. They came to the surface of the water and took pieces of bread from our hands.
Our parents had told us “never go near that house.” So, of course, we went. We wondered if anybody lived there. Weeks went by and we never saw anybody. Then one day we heard a voice from the house.
The Man With Beautiful Eyes
When we were kids there was a strange house. All the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo. Pretend we were Tarzan (although there was no Jane). And there was a fish pond. A large one full of the fattest goldfish you ever saw and they were tame. They came to the surface of the water and took pieces of bread from our hands.
Our parents had told us “never go near that house.” So, of course, we went. We wondered if anybody lived there. Weeks went by and we never saw anybody. Then one day we heard a voice from the house.
The Man With Beautiful Eyes
When we were kids there was a strange house. All the shades were always drawn and we never heard voices in there and the yard was full of bamboo and we liked to play in the bamboo. Pretend we were Tarzan (although there was no Jane). And there was a fish pond. A large one full of the fattest goldfish you ever saw and they were tame. They came to the surface of the water and took pieces of bread from our hands.
Our parents had told us “never go near that house.” So, of course, we went. We wondered if anybody lived there. Weeks went by and we never saw anybody. Then one day we heard a voice from the house.