Gold is a mark, but how many unhappy people did he make
The head of the robot he is without a face already knows how to cook everything do household chores
The girl and the owl they are friends called and he flies
A guy holds an umbrella for a girl while he is in the rain
The painting of Christer Karlstadt that he dreamed about
He will stop the horse at a gallop and enter the burning hut
We shared an orange, there are many of us, and he is one
The squirrel sings songs, but he nibbles all the nuts
The leopard is beautiful when he is not wearing leggings
Again, our indie found something, got into trouble, but he left alive