One of the holidays I spent with my grandma, I got a taste
the blueberry dumplings. Unfortunately, no blueberries grandmother had at home, so if I want to say dumplings, make sure you have collected in the forest. I got an old-liter pitcher, who in her family holds a long tradition. But I was warned: If you get lost or broken, my grandmother’s death to speak!

So I went into the woods and searched
their place of blueberries. But my favorite was completely vysbírané. What’s the use, I had a real taste of the dumplings, because I was looking on. I went to a different forest and suddenly noticed that the path
Along which the moment before I went, somehow disappeared and I could not find it. I figured that I probably lost …

Path nowhere. I really got lost. Jug is already pretty sounding, bother me, but I could not let him in the woods. Then I saw the little Meadow, got out and looked at him, whether it away somewhere not see the lost path. Then suddenly there was a strange zachrastění. Fright I dropped the mug … Granny is killing me!

Fortunately, the pitcher broken. On the other hand, remained in the air
and levitate! I wanted to catch him again in the hand, but when I approached him, I could go on, as if we stood there an invisible wall. Jug he flew away. I plowed through the forest when I suddenly appeared at the signpost on the road, which I was looking for. And to make it worse, he is a pitcher filled with beautiful, delicious blueberries.
So I went on my way home
. Then when I suddenly tripped and fell into the hole, a pitcher with blueberries still clutching in his hand …

I can not get out, hole is too high
. I do not know what to do. Suddenly someone calls me: “Luke!”
I woke up it was just a dream! The grandmother woke me up, she wants it came to me some blueberries in the woods …