ChiKa
The Indian speaks to the bull. “I dream of climbing the top of a tree,” she said, “but I have so little strength.” "Why shouldn’t you swear my mouth? - answered the bull, - it contains a lot of nutrients". The indian glued a bunch of dirt, and it really gave her enough strength to climb the bottom branch of the tree. The next day, having eaten again, she reached the second branch. Finally, on the fourth day, the turkey proudly sat on the top of the tree. There, a farmer noticed her and shot her with a gun. The moral of history: manipulation with shit can help you climb to the top, but it won’t keep you there.

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It was necessary to knit a special shit to help escape the bullets.

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The shit that Neo cried in the matrix.