Poor me !!... I like my beef ... Without me always helps for everything, even when they are tired takes me back. Help
comet! As I do without my ox!
Help me! I do not want to leave but lucky ... but unfortunately my mother said if I come back to kill the cow and sell it! Stella
my way I meet someone that makes good, good, and it will be good ...
-walk, I walk and walk ...
-hello, beautiful girl my name is Joseph and I wanted to ask you something: I will give you a small bag of pennies, all you have, and I'll give you hand if you want your beef to warm my newborn son?! .. .
-yes, yes ... But on one condition: you treat it well!
Yes, sure is obvious !!...
And so from that day that it was poor ox ox became a famous poor but happy to have been useful for something.
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