Is not worth my name

Peaceful sleeping entirely astonishing smells wake up. I remember in that manner, something like that I dreamed that I am looking for it jumping onto a sheep from a sheep Tamarát on the beautiful English lawn. (Ööö... I know it altogether we it, that English? Yes, yes. I am the beardie.) I caught sight of the edge of his skirt when I felt dizzying fragrances just already, I snatched it up my head... and I threw it in into the bed. Because I slept under the host's bed. I struggled out, and I followed the perfume orgy with a nose held up. I never felt one like this yet. The host something ate a strange food entirely, but it was clear because of a first moment that I like this very much. Longish threads, the juice is dripping, the smell of cabbage is already for my beard (from here the title: is not worth my name, cabbage...). Because I was the fan of a yes, the sauerkraut. According to the host already my predecessor with a beautiful memory, Bogyó (his honest name Wandering Spirit Blooming Blackberry) too adored it. I can understand it. The sauerkraut may be some original insular country food if all bearded collie likes it certainly. Do all of them like it really? Push a button (right side)!