I wonder if anyone heard the mountains purring? Where do they hide this mysterious ... purr-thing? Maybe in the noise of small stones rolling down a steep trail? Or in the murmur of icy swift rivers? Or even in the rustle of the wind on the slopes, the flapping of the wings of small birds or the creaking of fir branches?
They say you can only find out the answer by climbing to the top. And even see the beast sleeping among the snow caps! If you are lucky and he does not see you first! Because, as you know, the sleep of fluffy vyvorotens is very sensitive and their temper is playful and headstrong.

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