Tom looked up, straight up where the branches of the trees almost closed together above the road-young leaves, not yet in their fullness of summer. A few would get singed, but it was for a worthy cause.
Gero gorantz begiratu zuen, bide gainean bobeda antzeko bat osatzen zuten zuhaitzetarantz: hosto sortu berriak, udako betetasunera iritsi gabeak artean. Bakarren batzuk kixkali egingo ziren, baina kausa on batengatik izango zen.