Fiction,
When the little mouse walked it looked to the sky and most of the times it fell. Then it yeild. One day when it was walking its head was up. On its way it hits to a strange thing that was round. The wood on the top of that thing injured it ...
Fiction,
When the little mouse walked it looked to the sky and most of the times it fell. Then it yeild. One day when it was walking its head was up. On its way it hits to a strange thing that was round. The wood on the top of that thing injured its head. It was yellow and its peel was not hard as nuts.
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