While the other youngsters in Plovodivtsi dutifully tended to their pigs and their parents' admonitions, Khasen Topalov dreamed a 13-year-old's dream of adventure. Sometimes his feet would follow his imagination, and off Khasen would wander, always to be brought back to the bottom-warming fate of all runaways. But word of Khasen's nervy restlessness got around, and one day a group of overstuffed fairy godfathers appeared before him to grant his wish for real adventure. They were not true fairies, of course, only officers of Communist Bulgaria's army. But for Khasen they seemed straight out of the storybooks. He had...
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