Aprašymas:
Darbas:
“ This can’t be happening to me ”, I thought, but I remember when I was a little girl I decided to go to meadow to gather flowers for my mother.The day was very beautiful- warm and sunny. I was wearing a beautiful red dress, which was one of my favorite. I gathered chamomiles
When I come home and told mother what had happened she started laughing at me because it was just a little calf.

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