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Poro’s appearance reminded him of their bike ride and, maybe, that is why Beta came to him again in his dream, saying:
“Let’s take a bike ride, right through the whole city!”
He replied with a smile:
“Let’s go!”
They spent all day putting the bikes together – they were folding bikes, and the tyres were missing. The cupboard was full of tyres and inner tubes of all sizes, but the latter were all punctured. It was midnight before the bikes were finally ready. They strapped rucksacks on the back and set off.
The city he was dreaming of seemed to be Moscow. Maybe it was even called Moscow, too – when they set off, at least. By night, the city was like any other city and like many other things, too. Even like a wolf curled into a ball, sleeping in a cage. From time to time the wolf gro
