Stol ob ognju

Gostišče je stalo nad pristaniščem. Vrata je imelo na zavetrni strani. Hišo je vodila ovca. Polly je stala v veži, mokra od dežja."Imate na voljo kakšno prosto sobo?"

The guesthouse stood above the harbour. Its door was on the sheltered side. A sheep kept the house. Polly stood in the hall, wet from the rain. "Do you have any available rooms?"

Sobe so bile. Polly je rekla:"Prosila bi mirno sobo."Ovca je malo počakala. Veter tukaj najde vsako sobo.

There were rooms. Polly said, "I would like a quiet room, please." The sheep waited a moment. The wind finds every room here.

"Mi lahko, prosim, pomagate s prtljago?"Ovca je torbo odnesla gor. Postavila jo je k stolu. Ogrodje je bilo iz naplavljenega lesa, ker tu ne raste nobeno drevo. Naslonjalo je bilo iz slame.

"Could you assist me with my luggage, please?" The sheep carried the bag up. She put it by a chair. Its frame was driftwood, because no tree grows here. Its back was straw.

"Kdaj je treba oddati sobo?"je vprašala Polly. Tukaj o vsem odloča ladja. Potem je sedla v stol. Slama je ustavila hladen zrak.

"What time is check-out?" Polly asked. The boat decides everything here. Then she sat in the chair. The straw stopped the cold air.