The weather was windy as if the storm nearby was going to start. Jack was going to to keep the animals alive, no matter how. They only had the chickens and two horses.He clapped his hands and stomped his feet to keep the blood circulating.Mable stood beside the window and was looking out to the frozen wilderness of the forest. "The blizzard is coming like yesterday. We have to keep silence as we don’t need unexpected guests. Do we?", Jack said. He took string from the corner and opened the door with his elbow .He paced across the frozen pool and entered the barn .While Jack harnessed the horses, Mable reached her hand into the drawer and took out the plates for dinner .The stove made by Jack himself was heating the house.Mable often thought to herself how different her life could be. Jack tossed the firelogs into the cabin and harnessed the horses. The last months of year were harder than the others. The selling of firelogs was their only income.

The weather was windy as the storm was going to start nearby. Jack temted to keep the animals safe anyhow.The chikens and two horses were the only animals they had.He chafed his hands and stomped to keep the blood going on.Mable stood beside the window looking at the frozen wildernest of the forest. The blizzard was approaching since yesterday.We have to keep silent as we don’t need unexpected guests. Do we ? Jack said and took a string from the corner and opened the door with elbow .He paced across the frozen pool and entered the barn .While Jack was harnessing the horses, Mable held her hand out to the drawer and took out plates for dinner .The stove that was made by Jack’s and was heating the house.She often thought how different her life could be. Jack tossed the firelogs to the cabin and harnessed the horses. The last months of year were harder than the other. Selling firelogs was their only income. Once in December all their plans changed . When Mable woke up the sun hadn't risen yet and the house was lightened by the stove that was burning since night. She saw Jack sitting on a chair beside the stove looking awkwardly on the glittering logs. She slowly stood up and proceeded towards him . He wounded her hands around his shoulders . He turned his face and they gave each other a deliberate glance. They both wanted to talk but words laid on the laps like granite . The feeble glitter of the stove attracted his attention so he turned and pushed a few logs into the stove .While they were by the stove someone knocked the door loudly .Mable winced and choke up with anxiety. Jack came up to the window and pipped out but saw nothing . When he returned to Mable, he heard the door latch turning . It seemed very strange . He took the latch and opened the door with an effort . He expected to see someone but saw nothing except the disappearing paths coming from the cranberry shrubs...

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Hi guys can some one help me to check my little dictation and write true version....? (i'm sorry i cant pay you for that...) The weather was windy as the storm was going to start nearby. Jack temted to keep the animals safe anyhow.The chikens and two horses were the only animals they had.He chafed his hands and stomped to keep the blood going on.Mable stood beside the window looking at the frozen wildernest of the forest. The blizzard is coming like yesterday.We have to keep silent as we don’t need unexpected guests. Do we ? Jack said and took string from the corner and opened the door with elbow .He paced across the frozen pool and entered the barn .While Jack was harnessing the horses, Mable held her hand out to the drawer and took out plates for dinner .The stove that was made by Jack’s and was heating the house.She often thought how different her life could be. Jack tossed the firelogs to the cabin and harnessed the horses. The last months of year were harder than the other. Selling firelogs was their only income. Once in December all their plans changed . When Mable woke up the sun hadn't risen yet and the house was lightened by the stove that was burning since night. She saw Jack sitting on a chair beside the stove looking awkwardly on the glittering logs. She slowly stood up and proceeded towards him . He wounded her hands around his shoulders . He turned his face and they gave each other a deliberate glance. They both wanted to talk but words laid on the laps like granite . The feeble glitter of the stove attracted his attention so he turned and pushed a few logs into the stove .While they were by the stove someone knocked the door loudly .Mable winced and choke up with anxiety. Jack came up to the window and pipped out but saw nothing . When he returned to Mable, he heard the door latch turning . It seemed very strange . He took the latch and opened the door with an effort . He expected to see someone  but saw nothing except the disappearing paths coming from the cranberry shrubs...