Another triumphant year, despite these servants, especially Cica Bácsi: I toil that big kopasz tér on top of his head, but nothing grows, no matter how much I scratch it: it shows how me, Princess Répu, unlike my brother Tallinn, I am not a gazda (obviously). We are 11 today: that means I am one life and Tallinn is one life. We are 11, together but not együtt. We are always going to be 11, one life and one life, always growing more life, never growing old.
Another year of success, under my rule, Pricess Repu. Tallinn´s does not hear murmurs anymore in his heart, but he is so ostoba that some of his ronronning was stuck in his throat and had to cough it out. He seems that he has learnt and there is no more coughing. We have a new servant, which comes when our main servants are out for days. We don´t like that situation and we protest when the main servants return. At least the good weather is approaching and we can get our royal treatment on the carpet: intense brushing for Princess Repu.
Another year of endless success in this world as ruler (me, Princess Repu), and gazda brother Tallinn. During this year I have perfected my oratory skills, that I put into practice every day at 7pm. Tallinn is defending the Torony from invaders, also known as mice. I ordered their decapitation, but Tallinn disobeyed and ate two of them. The other one was left for our human servants so they know how incapable they are at keeping the kingdom in good shape. Tallinn hears murmurs in his heart, I think he has a snoring heart, he thinks they are audible premonitions of more successful fights.
