Yesterday I bought my wife's magazine My Child for Mom and Dad - a fun edition. At the end there is a little story. In this room was about a small eagle.
Type, he was born in such a summer, everywhere is beautiful, there are many mushrooms, apples, leaves.
In the next picture, the autumn has already arrived, the leaves have begun to fall, and the eggs are stuck to the white to find out who is dropping the leaves from the trees. The white shrugged and collapsed in double.
At the 3rd - the eggs did not understand the neck, lay under the bush and began to wait, waited and fell asleep.
On the next - the spring came, the eggs stood out, and the puddle - no leaves, no mushrooms, no apples... He let go again to the protein, type, and where is all this. She gave him a mushroom and swallowed, like - you will see where the leaves will appear.
In the last picture, almost literally: the eggs ate the mushroom and began to wait, and finally saw how the leaves on the trees began to flourish...
And I think, nikoya such a mushroom suited him protein, the eggs sadly sat a couple of months and stood on a tree.
PS, I think I need to pay attention to the distribution of drugs in the publications...