48 irons.
(Second level)
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Friendly company brave creatures, led by
Chief, after lengthy
and dangerous wanderings settled for a short vacation in
within a small, no
remarkable town. As a temporary residence
friends have chosen a small house
with a huge shiny gong in
center. Chief pulled out of the bag
managers and whistles enabled the Garnet and talker to get to
freedom ...
No matter how brief was the rest of our
heroes watchful eyes of players
quickly find them in the
beginning of the second level. Thus,
freedom came to an end, and urge
quite unambiguous keystrokes, Chief again set off. Moving
towards the east, he and his friends had passed a couple of
large groves, stole the rain and hesitated to
bank of a mountain lake.
I must say that not having received
needed rest, the Chief does not
managed to recover some of
its remarkable features, and now has been extremely
vulnerable. Having experienced the hard way
unpleasant effect of cold water, Chief shivered and began to
reflect - on whom to go to the opposite coast (in the literal
sense of the word). Windbag and Granata time found evaluating
the views of the Chief, and rushed to escape, calling bag
follow their example. As a result, there was nothing left
another, as look for candidates with side. A side this,
unfortunately, has stood out is extremely desolate. A large
white bird sitting alone on the rocks, has long been assessed
with the company as Chief not quite edible and lost to
him any interest. More in the district was empty. Friends of all
also tried their luck with the bird, but
all attempts to portray the chatterbox worm that did not pay any
the slightest attention.
"Come on, guys, here freebie
will not pass "- a sigh, and said
Chief. - Look for the bait! "
Representatives of numerous small animals were hiding behind
all sorts of alarm shelter in the form of four suspicious
individuals, with burning through the eyes of poaching in a
radius of several kilometers. Most of the "bait" escaped from
under the noses of trappers, but a lazy fat caterpillar
hesitated for a moment and appeared at the bottom of the bag.
After the ecstasy subsided and friends returned to the lake,
where the main pointedly licking and winking deadpan bird
pulled out of the bag wriggling caterpillar. At once lost all
his coolness, bird looks clearly intrigued, impatiently
shifting from paw to paw it away stretched
neck, trying to see their prey.
Finally, her patience snapped, and,
vzmyv above the water surface, the bird
raced ahead. Chief, noting approximation of harmful birds
decided to get even, and, smiling, casually dropped
caterpillar into the water. Terribly distressed, the bird has
issued indignant cry and began to hover over
lake, not losing hope to profit. Carried away by doing this,
she paid no attention to that the main with the company
successfully flew obstacle sheltered on its broad back.
So, my friends kept going
in the unknown distance. From shore
Lake road led travelers to the cliffs, peaks in the departing
clouds. At the foot of one is not very high rock, in dense bush
hidden structure of unknown purpose, in which the trained eye
of the Chief, famous for its engineering knowledge, caught the
resemblance to catapult.
Of course mechanics, once
Listening well, important thing to remember something about the
levers, and comparing their knowledge and to "catapult",
recognized her features are quite impressive. Comrade General,
not so highly educated, treated
a find like this: "Swing!" they cried, looking forward to fun.
Bag looked with hope in the home, but seeing that he
condemning shakes his head sadly sighed and remained at
place.
Chief explained to friends the appointment of the
installation. He got to one edge of the "swing" and ordered
catapult themselves over the cliff.
The order was carried out with
usual zeal, but the rest
proved so unwieldy that
none of them could not climb
so high on a rock, so that jumping to the other side swing,
throw the Chief. The commander was furious, seeing their
subordinates, incoherent hopping at bottom of the cliff. The
futility of these attempt was obvious, and the Chief
ordered the grenade exploded rock
in the hope that any stone will fall on the "swing". Explosion,
the rock began to tremble, but remained intact.
"We'll have everything again to make himself" - Chief sighed
and went in search of a heavy subject. Will not describe in
detail his wanderings, just to say that this venture soon
ended, and is successful: the stone the desired size and weight
showed up in the back room, next to the last parking lot.
Returning to the "swing", with displeasure, glancing at the
hushed grenade and chatterbox, Chief set the stone on the ledge
of rock. All took their original positions and grenades on the
main signal, repeated attempts by the explosion. On
This time everything went like clockwork: the stone landed
exactly on the swings and Chief soared to an unattainable
height. Returning to heaven on earth, he chastised Garnet watch
the object and himself, with the talker, safely
ejected a second time.
Mountainous country, which found themselves with the chief
talker (bag, of course, too) little differed from the
foothills, so do not waste time on the contemplation of scenery
continued to friends your way. Ahead of them met an old
carpenter injured the whole world and everyone in the above
privacy. He did not fail to accuse neither the innocent in Chief
theft of his instrument, and even heard overwhelming evidence
of his innocence, was left to his own opinion.
Friends tired contend,
and leaving zanudustolyara alone, they climbed further up the
hill.
The next bend in the road, and
in front of travelers opened blooming mountain valley, and
as always, at the
prominently - traces of human activity wrecking -
empty glass jar, thrown by tourists. Unable to look at this
mess, the Chief grabbed a jar and poked bag, without reducing
at the same time step and continuing to move eastward.
Measured out the steps of the valley,
two friends stopped on a steep slope of the ravine, apparently
not knowing what to do. And here in
happening again intervened
fate as his fingers player
who relentlessly pressed the
"Right." Chief talker with no
nothing left but to submit meekly and jump
into the unknown ...
However, things were not so
tragic: the bottom was quite
usual gully, and grandmother, a seller of milk there, I met
falling from the sky, screaming wildly
friends, as quite ordinary buyers. Babbler, which is less than
suffered a fall, quickly recovered from the loud voices of
hawkers and immediately launched into a debate Trade with the
inherent directly to him, for what,
In turn, almost got
mallet to the head from too
impressionable grandmother. Only a good reaction time to escape
the burden Chief saved him from that. After leaving the angry
grandmother and dragging for an equally excited
Babbler, Chief climbed the
ladder on the opposite slope
ravine; grandmother beater he
still held in his teeth.
The burdens and troubles path
completely wore out the Chief, so he saw a goat grazing in the
meadow beyond the ravine, the first thing he thought that,
well, not bad to eat goat's milk.
Their new-found milkmaid by removing
bag so the way a matched
jar, carefully chosen to
goat. But it turned out that the goat has a somewhat peculiar
character, in what became convinced
Chief came too close.
But to give up so easy not to
Rules of the Chief, and he decided
back more prepared.
And yet again, calling them expensive.
Again started uphill, and
clambering up the rocky
slope, the Chief came across in
extremely strange object
names which were not, and
Chief called him a "senile", led by their own associations.
This subject was not unlike anything around, and Chief
absolutely no idea, for
What is it used, so
marking the place of strange discoveries
friends continued their journey.
Now they were going through the young
climber, climbing higher and
above. But finally climb over, and with the main talker out
on a level surface. Place your
views are most like a
long-abandoned studio. In
center field stood the grinding machine is very impressive
size; Chief tried to promote a drive, but drive the chain wore
out the time and all the efforts made by the curious have gone
for nothing.
More on the court did not
it was, but at the other end was black entrance to the cave. It
is in this direction, and went
Our adventurers. Carefully jumping down and almost
land on the torch, the Chief looked around and whistled - it was
a gallery, where people
clearly had a hand in its creation. "Where a person, there can
be find many useful things, "
- He thought, remembering the case of
jar. And indeed, marching
gallery and gazing in every direction, the Chief noticed a
small dip a whole pack of good cigarettes. "Probably dropped
someone. Meeting - give "- he thought, persistently pushing
discovery in desperate sneezing from the smell of cigarettes
bag.
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