I climbed on the bed in my shoes and covered myself with a newspaper
Again, our indie found something, got into trouble, but he left alive
The hunter looks out for the bear while he is standing behind his back
An owl is sitting in a tree waiting for the night and he will start singing
The hare has grass, he finds food there and eats and rests.
Fox light is not the usual black-brown, he finds something and eats
Boundless flight of imagination. Where will he go this time
That's a jump. As if he can catch up with a balloon
Ezio Auditore and the company of those he will kill