There were lot of guests on my farm this summer.They spoke different languages. But we understood and got along with each other well. The weather was fine. My guests walked,swam and played. Tomorrow they will ride horses. In the mornning a girl from Italy often sings nice songs for us. A boy from Canada paints wonderful pictures every afternoon. Yesterday he drew my portrait. Three days ago we visited Hobbit. He was hospitable and polite. He made jokes and told us about his new magazine. Hobbit will send you this magazine in a week. When will you come to see me?
