In Toulouse, a tiny little elephant, every year,
his dad and mommy leave without too much trouble, taken back
in hand in the
city. Yesterday, the markets, all while
waddling, happy to feel the arm in
my bank, the forest of Sudan, Hilale, they
lift them up, Oger offers, playing truant,
it's so good to be free for a
moment, and under the giant trees
filled with screaming, stressful monkeys, that's why we
can sing better while moving
forward, heroes that Erica would throw
loudly, that the brute in this little
elephant, the very tiny little elephant,
really, will struggle, having a good time,
and picking wild fruits, he
said in his language, since I am
alone, let's take advantage of it,
when suddenly the whole stock exchange, in an
instant, seemed to fall silent, alone, a great cry
towards the riverbank, resounded for a long time, the very tiny little
elephant, trembling like
a leaf in the wind, food crops in the
foliage of skies with a wild brilliance
that looked at him very fixedly, launching
a heart-rending appeal before the
imminent danger, to the angry great tiger,
he He was about to die alone,
defending himself at his call. Responding
from all directions, suddenly, to
defend him, he had to run to all the elephants when he
saw them threatening the tiger, still a
brute in the ferns. He
suddenly disappeared from sight. The tiny elephant
that Novo kissed his mother was brought back
to the clearing. And to
punish him, his father, on his little behind,
took
this story. We can conclude that as
long as one is not a man, one
must obey one's parents.