The squirrel runs.
The squirrel flies.
The squirrel jumps like a locuela. Mom, Does the squirrel not go to school ?
Come little squirrel I have a cage that is very beautiful. No; I prefer my tree trunk and my hole.
Beloved Ñervo
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The squirrel runs.
The squirrel flies.
The squirrel jumps like a locuela. Mom, Does the squirrel not go to school ?
Come little squirrel I have a cage that is very beautiful. No; I prefer my tree trunk and my hole.
Beloved Ñervo