The Carasoyn

He was an awful looking creature, with a great hare lip, and a red ball for a nose. Whatever he did--speak, or laugh, or sneeze--he did not stop working one moment. As often as the sparks flew in his face he snapped at them with his eyes (which were the colour of a half-dead coal), now with this one, now with that; and the more sparks they got into them the brighter his eyes grew.


Genre: Inspirational