*это продолжение, переведите, пожааалуйста*
stop selling soap. I'll open a sweet shop instead. And i won't let anybody call me William Cadogan Smythe. I'll just be called Bill Smith. Hooray!Hooray!Hooray!"
All the birds in the tree started to sing again.
The son shone, the wind blew gently through the branshes od the tree, and the leaves whispores, "Wish-wish-wish"!