I hold a meeting, my grandmother calls and asks: Do I not know what the yellow bird is shouting before the flight?
I don’t know if I’m flying out, or if I’m fighting.
I promised to ask the co-founders.
She discovered the Evil Birds for herself, stated that she, it turns out, had no childhood, and now the bathroom is constantly reporting about the curly wing!
Passed all levels, not knowing that the picture on the phone can be reduced, that is, almost without seeing the full picture, and collected all the eggs.
I feel like an old cynic.