02-12-03 @ 6:21 pm EST

Babel Fish has to be up there with Google as a waster of precious time and provider of brainless fun.

Following is a little experiment: the entire first part of Manitou Island, translated from English to French, French to German, and German back into English again. This is what I do when I should just be proofreading the last part of the thing. Enjoy.

The CRYSTALS PAINTED the edges of the high cave. If more lights it could make in inside, they would have set the place embrasé in each conceivable color, but, while them were, they could shine only weakly in flashing a primitive torch/flare or two. That one, which lived in inside, needed no much light. Its own eyes rougeoyé brighter than all jewels, which surrounded it, swimming like two disembodied of the emeralds in dimness. One of the torches/flares extended and then in a small gust of wind sputtered, and the light is reflected except him, if it shifted. The weak glint a bending horn. The rigid blackness of the fur of a wolf. Feather/spring wing and of a long tail retractor queue, to which tenderly by the sand on earth whispers.

It had an interest in only largest one of the crystals together in a small cavity from stone. This rougeoyé shining as the others, and it rougeoyé of its own agreement; it did not need the fire, in order to ignite it. In him it kept its green eyes on a thing, which now held its interest, a thing, which it knew imports more than every other thing momentarily.

Humanly. The human would come here soon. Stranger not of the island. The island had been visited by stranger mehrer mark in the past, but the majority among them had not remained long time, and the majority among them could never find to its backs in kind once only it went. It was the kind that it was. The fog maintained the hidden island, protected stranger, just in such a way it to it, answers and which other living could bring their lives in peacetime to the language. It was surely the majority of the natives conscious was not even from all changes, which had been made on the continent in all years, where them here "enclosed" on the island; in this place the time not completely had the same meaning, which it made as on the exterior, and it would know a problem for its kind and the natives and for all strangers consulted to be which it was why he had to be important that he wants that the strangers come.

Not simply all strangers however. Special foreigner.

He could see it now in the crystal. A young girl, who holds herself with a boy regarding its own age; Views from it they were in a certain kind of shop. An antiquity shop, if its, although incorrect understanding served the external world it correctly. It would not know its voices, while they spoke, but them spoken excitedly poring over an old photograph in a silvered stand heard. It identified the photo. It had been taken much, many years ago on this same island. The island, which these strangers it thought, had been taken above; for in date this time neither one nor has the other one by them any idea taken only this island existed even.

This is soon thought it to change it.

It leaned forward, at the photography more dévisager and felt a pain. It identified one of the topics of the photo. A young woman does not like it of the devices those of the natives on the island, nevertheless their hair same in the black and white photo the same as their. Lighter in colors. It has it known was red, although one could not indicate, by looking at the picture.

Red bird. Perhaps you believe not the photoapparat can your soul, but this mark steal, where them can come very well closely. They must have never given the strange your picture. Now I must interfere everything. The strangers began all our problems, but the strangers will likewise be those, in order to help to terminate us them.

This special foreigner the young girl, who holds the asking looking at thing picture it, which could be the Mrs. rouge haired in the stand, would be it those, in order to set straight things.

But first it would have to convince it to come to the island. It already held the picture in it from the hands; the seeds of the Wissbegierde had been already planted. Everything had to inform what it had to make, it that its Wissbegierde could only be satiated, which comes into here. Not on this other island that one, to see never receiving where all mainlanders, which were steered into the summer to see in order to put the horses up, or in order the view..., but this island, its island, the island in the fog the so much few mainlanders.

It would make sure it saw. It has a kind with dreams had... that it its kind with its would have. Before next large fog is it here on its way at it, and to its that, would uncover, what had to make it.

It made one outside dévisageant for step at the mouth of its cave in the south, where the configuration of continent. By it so much easily so invisible continent of the island at the strangers noticed. It put its head up and reniflé at air, contracting nose, greener search for eyes. The evening came above and here and there wisp a close of swum fog. It looked at the stars upward. Fog. Not asse ' still. But soon.

He would see it in it from the dreams soon.

*LMFAO* I should do that more often. Maybe more people would read it then.

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