There once was a young army sweep with a broom and dustpan. Every day after the market close, broom and trash filth. But instead of doing a job order, were busy up and down, left and right, as drawn to those spots where the asphalt was more accumulated dirt. It almost seemed he wanted to wipe them as quickly as possible. However, the minutes passed, and while you shake from side to side of the square waving her broom, dirt continues unabated. It did not seem care much: he had always looked quiet, indeed, after a while 'ended up being just so joyful that we were missing that would begin to bounce with the paddle in his hand. Then, when she seemed to have ended up the good work, look into the paddle, gave a final sweep, then stopped and, on time, he sighed, happy to satisfaction. Oh yes, because at this point, drawn on the bottom of his tool, he could see the chubby face and a little 'sad a toad! Then sweep it looked into his eyes and whispered a few kind words, and then, with a snap of his fingers, did raise a gust of wind while swinging the paddle swiftly threw everything in the air what he had just collected. So a slight cloud of colored dust rose in front of her, and for one precious moment, took the form of a prince. Happy, she sent him a kiss with his hand, just a moment before they vanish. Then, after that the cloud of dust had disappeared along with the prince, the sweep was still a moment to look ahead, the whole dreamy, slowly recovered from the vision so beautiful that gave each time the heartbeat, and then started again to work: her eyes still sparkled, went back to Sweep the square of the market. And
passersby who happened to be the view they would have noticed a simple sweep, orderly and industrious, who performed with great care in cleaning when he was assigned, from beginning to end, without even leaving the ground a piece of dust, and maybe someone would see the grind, along with much care, that his bright, unmotivated, smile.
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