Character: Tiana

Tonight was dedicated to beaver folklore.
- Kill a beaver - save a tree! - started the first Shawn.
Arden squinted his eyes, trying to find the logic in what was said.
Rare beaver dogryzut to the middle of the baobab! - said Tian.
Eyebrow Master, submitted the picture crawled to the hair.
- In the struggle beaver with a donkey always wins bobro! - pripechatal me.

Belle, what do you think? voice Ti.
- About freedom. About the power. On infinity. See, the water crashing on the shore, broken into tiny splashes, and it seems that the stone won. But the tiny drop is still a piece of sea, and it will crumble down, again it will merge with the wave and let her whole, as if they had never suffered defeat. Will strike again. And again. And so until then yet will not undermine the stone and he will not give up and will not collapse, turned into a small rolled pebbles. The sea cannot be restrained. It is hard, willful and always free. You know?

Oh, gnomes riding, even with elven bows...
- A beard-the beards!
- Two knights-I... - howled Sean, have developed and collapsed to the ground, pinning my knees to the stomach.
- Now we get Luke under picks will be cloaked! - rubbed his hands in anticipation of Arden.
- Shoot out picks?
- A dwarf with a bow?
- Well, no, riding with a pick? What is it like?
- And with what? Can make a shovel!
Rake and do it!
- What rake? Why gnomes rake?
- Maybe an axe?
- Shoot out the axe?