Vincent van Gogh Red vineyards

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heaps, scrabbling desperately among them, throwing aside charred furniture, pulling aside lumps of fallen roof with less than superhuman strength.
They would have seen him pause once or twice to get his breath back, then dive in again, cutting his hands on shards of doe­eyed eaglet?'
'But he may do something stupid!'
'I should think that is very likely,' said Creosote primly.
'While we do something clever and sit on a baking beach with nothing to eat or drink, is that it?'
'You could tell me a story,' said Creosote, trembling slightly.half-molten glass from the dome of the roof. They would have noticed that he seemed to be sobbing.Eventually his questing fingers touched something warm and soft.The frantic wizard heaved a charred roof beam aside, scrabbled through a drift of fallen tiles and peered down.There, half squashed by the beam and baked brown by the fire, was a large bunch of overripe, squashy bananas.He picked one up, very carefully, and sat and watched it for sometime until the end fell off.Then he ate it. 'We shouldn't have let him go like that,' said Conina.'How could we have stopped him, oh, beauteous