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And that one, who is he?

-Picasso. -Picasso?

Of course. I showed you pictures, remember?

Yes, but he was old.

He was, but he was balding from a young age.

While you're old, but not bald.

I had better genes.

-Better than Picasso? -Way better.

And were there girls without hair?

Gee whiz, plenty!

Without hair at all?

Of course.

Cleopatra.

-Cleopatra? -Yes.

All Egyptians were bald and wore wigs.

That was the fashion trend.

Will I be wearing a wig?

Only if you want to.

I don't want to.

I like it this way.

Me too.

And there was that singer…

The one with a whining voice… Can't recall her name…

She was singing…

Marian, who's that one chanting…

Sinead O'Connor.

That's right, man, Sinead O'Connor!

Be well.

Let's go!

Mara! We're late.

Mara!

Come on.

Mr. Stoica, the news isn't good.

The Rhabdomyosarcoma behind her ear has grown,

and the little girl's cancer is in metastasis.

She requires surgery and has to continue chemotherapy.

I would be lying if I told you there are chances of recovery.

As you well know.

But we will do everything humanly possible to save the child.

Our duty is to keep going, without losing hope.

I gather that you care for her alone.

I venture to make a recommendation.

In these delicate situations,

the best solution is a palliative care centre.

Maybe you've heard of Hospice.

It is a palliation centre, based on charitable donations.

This means if they accept your file,

you won't have to pay anything.

But, the girl,

would benefit greatly.

Describe your favorite moment from Ion Creanga's book: Childhood memories

You have 15 minutes left.

Please help me, I am clueless.

Leave me alone!

At least give me the names of the main characters.

Please, I'm begging you!

My dad will beat me senseless if I get a bad grade.

Nica, son of a Petrei.

Who?

Nica, diminutive of Ion.

Ion, Ionica, Nica.

That's the name of the main character.

What about him?

He has a lot of adventures in the countryside.

He's like a Romanian Tom Sawyer.

A what?

Miss Marin, if you're chatting with your colleagues, you must be done.

I am, yes.

Bring me your paper, then.

Otherwise I'm afraid that others might get inspired from it.

We don't want them to lose focus, right?

Especially after they spent all day studying.

Isn't that right, Mr. Mititelu?

Right, teacher!

I spent all night with Nica a Petrei in my mind.

Who was on your mind, Mr. Mititelu?

With Nica.

A Petrei.

He's like a Tom Sawyer, only…

Romanian.

Stay focused. It's almost over.

Is that her?

Yes.

How are you, little baldy?

What's your problem, yo, are you mute?

Why don't you talk, yo?

Let me give you a test.

Question one. Who am I?

Come on. Heard you were smart.

You know?

I'm his older brother.

Minus three points.

Question two.

Know why I'm here?

Didn't you tell me, yo, that she's smart?

I came to conk you.

For giving him the wrong answers during the test.

Another minus three points.

You get an F.

You'll fail the class!

Yo!

Not that you didn't help him,

but you gave him the wrong answers.

What kind of soul you got, yo?

What are you? Rocker?

Satanist? What are you?

Is that why you shaved, yes?

The answers weren't wrong.

You hear that, yo, the answers weren't wrong.

Yes, they were.

Hear that? He says they were.

I gave him the answers, and not wrong.

He misheard.

So, not only is he dumb,

he is deaf too, yes?

This is how we'll handle this, smartass.

You turn around, and you let this little guy kick your ass.

So he gets over it.

Come on.

No comment. Come on.

Put down your backpack,

to make some room, he has a big foot.

Come on!

Come on, yo!

Scram, yo! Go away!

Scram! You hear me?

Oh, man, how lucky you are!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday to whom?

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday to Mara!

Happy birthday to Mara!

Happy birthday!

Here.

Make a wish and then blow the candles.

Bravo!

Here, this is for you.

An alpaca watch!

Super!

It's so pretty!

What's an alpaca?

Alpaca is a distant relative of the camel.

So, a goat?

It's not a goat, kiddo.

Some sort of goat.

It's a bit loose.

No worries. Till her wedding she'll grow up more.

Thank you!

You're welcome.

Grandpa?

Yes?

If I die,

do you think I'll meet mom?

How's that, Mara? Stop talking nonsense.

Children don't die.

How come they don't?

Just like that, they don't.

Children become

princesses, princes, stuff like that.

Is it true?

Let me show you what I found.

Mom used to read to me from that!

Yes!

I remembered it, when you told me it was on the Romanian literature test.

I looked all over the house; I thought I lost it.

Will you read it to me, please?

"All right, you devil!

This is where you're bathing?, looking at me with wide open eyes.

Come down, you rascal, so I can teach you a lesson!

But how could I? It was a disaster down there.

After she saw I wasn't coming down,

she started throwing clods at me,

but she misses me!

Then she starts climbing up the cherry tree.

Stay there, you pig! Marioara's coming to get you now!

Then,

I quickly went down from the tree using a branch

and jumped right into the hemp field,

which was extending up to the cherry tree;

the hemp was unripe and of hip height.

And crazy Aunt Marioara came after me.

And I…"

Mara!

Now that we took out the tumor, she will feel better for a while.

However, the illness is advanced.

The pain will grow in intensity.

Believe me, you will not be able to care for her alone.

Go to Hospice, as I've told you.

I promise you that, at the eleventh hour, they will make things…

easier.

For you…

and the little one, both.

It's beautiful.

Mr. Stoica?

Mirela Nemtanu. Nice to meet you.

Hospice director. Welcome!

Petre Stoica. Nice to meet you.

And you? You must be Mara, if I'm right.

You are very pretty.

What say you?

Thank you!

You're welcome, but it's the truth.

Shall we go in?

This is our day centre, with all sorts of activities.

-Mrs. Mirela? -Let my see!

-Wow, this is beautiful! -I drew Misu.

Well done!

Misu is our mascot. An alpaca.

Everyone, please pay attention!

She is our new friend. Her name is Mara.

What say you?

Hello, Mara!

She's a bit shy at first, but it will pass.

Want to see the Wishing Tree?

Every new child,

has the right to a wish.

You write it on one of the branches, and the wish, comes true.

Really?

Really!

Come here.

And only the children write?

Everyone writes his greatest wish,

and together we struggle to make it come true.

Look.

Bogdan, for example,

wants to become a great football player.

See, there's Bogdan.

He wrote this.

They really come true?

Of course!

I don't believe it.

Want to bet on a chocolate?

Hazelnut white chocolate?

Hazelnut white chocolate, if you please.

Here.

I want to…

see my…

mother.

Well done!

What are you doing there?

Get down!

Get down, you son of a gun!

Get down, or I'll teach you a lesson!

You can't catch me!

Get down!

Hang on, you pig, I'll show you!

Stay there, Ion!

Stay!

Wait! Ion!

Put the ladder back!

Come!

Come on, you're safe!

Put back the ladder, damn you!

Like that!

Ion! Put it back, I'm not kidding!

Grab onto that branch. Quickly!

Ionica!

Please, listen to your auntie. Put it back.

Ion, put back the ladder. Pretty please!

Auntie promises that if you put it back,

I will forgive all your sins up to now.

Ion, please!

Come on, put back the ladder!

Ionica…

Ionica…

Ionica!

Ion!

Ion, wait!

Wait…

You girl, be careful! The horse was about to kick you!

What's your name?

Mara.

Who is caring for you?

My grandpa.

Well, I'm also cared by grandpa, and grandma, just like everyone else.

But what's his name, I say?

-Petre. -Family name?

Petre Stoica.

Never heard of him.

Either the carnival abandoned you, or someone forgot you in our village.

Where are you from?

Bucharest.

Oh my God, you're from Wallachia?

The carnival abandoned you, isn't?

You came with the bird show performers?

I don't understand.

By golly, ward the evil eye, you are so beautiful.

Even so pasty-faced.

You hungry? Did you gobble anything today?

No.

Then come with me. I'll feed you and then,

we'll see what else we can do, OK?

OK.

Gosh, my Nica will be so happy, when he sees you.

Nica?

Ionica, yes. Ion.

We call him Nica.

My boy. Total lunatic.

He grew up only to cause trouble.

What is your name?

My name is Smaranda.

And the lady in the courtyard over there, her name is…

Marioara?

My sister-in-law, yes. But why?

Oh, dear!

Glad you woke up on your own, I would've been sorry to wake you up.

You were smiling too nicely.

What were you dreaming?

I was dreaming?

I do exactly the same.

I forget the dream and then, I try all day to remember it.

I can only remember it was something nice.

Here.

Are you OK?

Yes.

Right…

The green one.

And this one.

Grandpa?

He went to Bucharest to take care of some paperwork,

and he will be back.

Let's get dressed for breakfast, yes?

Yes?

Beautiful tree, right?

Natural monument.

One hundred and sixty years old.

Until now, anyway.

Mircea. Nice to meet you.

Oh, no.

Right!

Right.

What's your name?

Mara.

Nice to meet you, Mara!

You're so cool. You've got an alpaca watch!

Where did you get it from?

A gift from mom.

Cool mom.

She was.

She died.

I'm sorry.

You couldn't have known.

Well, I kinda did.

I made a mistake. Sorry. Forgive me!

How come you kinda did?

It's complicated…

I think you know him.

He's Scorsese. I named him after the director,

or the security company, only that's with a Z, and he's with an S.

I mean the second Z, not the first.

Irrelevant.

How was it?

How was what?

The journey.

You know, everyone is led to different places.

Once there was a boy, Mircea.

Mircica, I called him.

He was always led to Viking stories.

Those were his favorite.

And it wasn't a problem,

but he always came back with a head bump or a bruise.

Once, with a broken chin.

I laughed.

But I was afraid, too.

Whatever. I hope you like safer stories.

So it wasn't a dream?

What dream?

I was really there?

That's what I'm asking you! I'm dying to know!

Where did it take you? What's your favorite story?

Childhood memories.

OK.

What do you have to do?

What do you mean?

You don't know?

No…

-Nothing? -No!

Nothing?

I can't believe this.

OK, so…

The Wishing Tree transports you

right in the middle of your favorite story.

If you help the heroes succeed,

then, the tree grants your greatest wish.

What's your greatest wish?

To see my mother.

Good.

Then, it's simple. You must help…

What's the name of the kid, who steals the apples?

Nica?

Right, you must help Nica prevail,

and the tree will grant you your biggest wish.

To prevail over what?

Only you know that.

It's your story.

And you are sure that…

"Have you, sister-in-law, ever heard something like this?

Ion to steal the hoopoe, says the aunt, wailing.

The one that wakes us up for work, for so many years.

What are you saying, sister-in-law?

I'd beat him to death, if I found out he took it to harrow it.

Thank you for telling me.

Leave it to me. I'll make him snitch."

Who is she?

Nica's mother.

Well, why is her voice so thick?

She drank something cold.

"Don't you even doubt it, Smaranda, says the aunt.

Nothing escapes this urchin of yours.

What's more to…

Someone has told me…

I swear."

Are these stories real?

All stories are real.

-All of them? -Of course.

In the world of stories.

And where is this world of stories?

In everyone's mind and soul.

Stories take the shape of the people who listen to them.

Just like people,

take the form of the stories they listen to.

Sounds complicated.

Every person,

understands what they want and can from each story,

according to their mind and soul.

So every story,

takes the form of the person that listens to it.

And the other way around.

The person takes the form of the story that they heard.

Now, I really don't get it.

You will.

In the world of stories.

Good night, mom!

Good night, ladybug!

-And you think I'm lying? -I didn't say that!

I said you don't know that he's the one who took it.

He couldn't have, God forgive us!

How else, if people told me they saw him wearing his hat, next to the tree hollow?

He took it.

And, look, because of him, now we don't have an alarm clock,

to let us know when we have to leave for work in the morning.

Hold on a second, I'll finish work and I'll make him talk.

If you are right, then he's in so much trouble.

And when I tell on him to his father…

Gee whiz, I'm so screwed if the old man finds out.

I must get rid of this birdie.

Come here.

Come on, take it!

Are you scared?

It won't do anything to you. Hide it in your blouse.

With its eyes covered, it doesn't move anyway.

Run with it, while I keep my mom busy.

Ouch!

It scratched you?

Badly.

Damn bird!

Done.

I'll go to distract mother.

You sneak out, and then wait for me next to the well at the alley corner.

Alright?

OK.

What?

Alright.

I'll let you know.

Kiddo, is that you?

What are you doing all day long in the attic?

Come closer, so we can have a chat, since Marioara told me something.

I did some cleaning, it was dusty and full of bugs.

Well, someone became hardworking all of a sudden!

It's not about being hardworking,

but I feel sorry for you, mom, as you work all day long.

Really? And so?

Found anything in the attic?

A hoopoe maybe?

The way you talk at your age, I'm afraid you'll become a priest, or a lawyer.

No way, mother. Well, maybe a priest…

or I'd rather be a teacher, to have all children listening to me!

What's with you here?

Yo, lassie, I'm talking to you!

What are you doing here?

Who are your parents?

What's in there?

Yo, can't you hear me?

Are you mute, or what's wrong with you?

Daddy!

You're back, so early? Are you done with all the work?

I knew you were strong, but this is beyond my imagination!

God… And mother was just saying,

what would she do without such a hard-working man,

who keeps the house needs under control?

Check her out! Why are you standing there?

You got food? Let's go! Those people are waiting for us.

We're in a rush!

Check the barn. Mom wanted to talk to you.

He's a good man. They all are.

But they have something against us, children.

Don't do this, don't do that! Story old as time.

But if they didn't say anything, it would still be bad, right?

When you're in trouble, it's parents who come to your defense.

You're so good at talking!

We'll see how good I am, if I sell this beast at the fair.

Who would buy it?

We'll find someone. People buy anything.

If you know how to sell it.

How come?

Well, if you go and tell them: "Don't you want to buy a hoopoe?"

it will not work.

Instead, if you tell them that it's a rare bird,

that lays countless eggs,

large-chested and a voice to be heard, from three hills a distance,

that's something else!

So you'd be lying.

Lying? Not lying!

This hoopoe really has a strong voice.

She wakes me up every morning!

And lays lots of eggs too!

I crushed all of them, when I captured her in the hollow.

A first-class hoopoe!

Lays golden eggs too!

It's the hoopoe with eggs…

made of gold.

You have a hoopoe that lays eggs…

made of gold?

Yes!

Let's go.

Where are you going?

At the fair.

Really?

That's where we're going!

Want to come with us?

Yes, but…

there's not much left to go.

Well…

right,

but the sun is burning hot.

It really burns. We'd be better off in the carriage.

Let's go!

Hold on, children!

Why are you in such a hurry?

Wait a minute, so we can talk.

To figure it out.

We're humans, after all.

Why don't you show me the bird?

I might save you a trip.

Chief, that's a chick.

It's worth a ton of gold at the market.

What nonsense are you saying there, Scary-Hair?

This? A chick?

Come closer. Maybe you didn't see it properly.

It's young, chief, I'm telling you!

A bit ruffled, but it's young!

Dopey, come here!

Isn't this a chick?

Talk, Dopey!

Get out of here!

Let's go too.

Wait, little girl, don't rush!

Wait until we talk and we understand each other,

after all we're people!

Yo,

don't you know the hoopoes with four claws,

are old hoopoes?

Because they lose one claw, when they're old.

How can I…

Think well before you speak.

Look into my eyes.

The hoopoes,

with four claws,

are old hoopoes.

They're about to die.

Because they lose a claw,

when they're old.

Right?

Yes!

They…

Yes.

-Right. -See?

You do know.

Now,

how many claws does that bird have?

Heck knows!

Bring it over, then, so we can see.

It's got four.

One,

two,

three…

four.

It's old.

Then we're leaving.

Wait, little girl, don't rush!

Wait until we talk and we understand each other.

After all, we're people!

I pity you, for having to go such a long way to the fair!

You will be all alone in the woods at night!

But chief, the fair is awfully close to here…

Yo, shut up, you don't know even the area!

Chief!

No! Why are you talking if you don't even know the area? Beat it!

-Beat it! -Okay.

I'll give you ten gold coins for it?

-Yes. -Good!

Two…

four…

six…

eight…

and…

ten!

How come?

What "how come"?

There we got only five!

Five?

I'll show you.

One, two, three, four,

five.

And this beautiful watch?

It's from my mom.

And what's Misu doing on it?

It's an alpaca.

What alapaca?

This is Misu! No?

-It's Misu, chief! Misu! -Who's Misu?

TEMPUS CIRCUS

Chief,

it's really Misu!

What's this?

An ill sheep with big bones.

I was tricked into buying it, at the fair, when it was a cub,

and it turned out like this.

It's not a sheep.

It's an alpaca.

What's an alpaca?

An animal from South America.

A cousin of the camel.

So, a goat.

South America, you say.

Yes. From the Andes.

Andes… Chief!

How much for the watch?

It's not for sale.

But it would fit so nicely with mine.

Also, it has Misu.

I'll pay you anything.

It's a present from my mom.

Everything has a price, little girl.

Let's go. It's getting late.

Wait, children, until we talk

and we understand each other,

after all, we're people!

Didn't I owe you five more gold coins?

I got this phone as a present!

-From grandpa! -From grandpa, yes!

-Thank you, grandpa! -Thank you!

And I want to show you my friends.

How are you, Mary?

I'm fine.

What do you like here at Hospice?

That we are taken care of,

and that we do a lot of things!

Hello!

Radu, why do you like it here at Hospice?

I like it at Hospice because…

everyone is nice!

-Hello! -Hello!

Why do you like it here at Hospice?

Because here I feel like I'm in a family,

and there are children just like me.

-Bogdan, why do you like it here? -They have a football table.

This is the table.

I like it here at Hospice because I feel like a character in a story.

Now let us all shout out, the Hospice motto!

What do we do?

We cherish each moment of our lives!

How do you turn this off?

-This? -Here.

Oh, man!

To hell with you!

Forgive me!

Could you stop appearing so suddenly?

Sorry.

It isn't always up to me.

What?

Never mind.

How are you?

Worse than last time.

Does it hurt?

That too.

I'm sorry.

That is the worst part.

The pain?

No.

Your regrets.

What can I do with them?

Instead of saying that you're sorry,

which we don't even know is true.

It's possible you are only polite.

You could invite me to…

play, I don't know.

To have some fun, so I can forget about…

this.

I'm sorry.

OK, I'll shut up.

You're nice.

What can I say?

You really are.

You too.

I know.

No.

Not now.

There's something strange about you.

Well, am I nice or strange?

Both, I guess.

What do you really do?

I take care of stuff.

I see.

You avoid the answer.

I didn't know I was under questioning.

I didn't know all gardeners have skills in magical trees.

I want to tell you,

but I can't.

He hears us.

Who hears us?

Never mind!

Let's do something fun.

What do you want?

I don't know.

Impossible things, anyway.

Okay. For example?

To walk around the city without people staring at me.

I have an idea.

Well, they are still staring.

At least, not because of that.

Afraid?

Here.

What's that?

What's that?

The courage flower.

You smell it,

and you won't be afraid of anything.

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES DIRECTED BY ELISABETA BOSTAN.

The sooner, the better.

Nica!

Mom, I swear! It wasn't me!

Listen to him! He even swears!

I am!

Your father told me he saw you hiding it in a basket.

Come here, I'll show you "Saint Nicholas"!

No, you're going to beat me!

Mrs. Smaranda!

Get lost, girl!

-Get lost! -Violence won't fix anything!

The British researchers have shown, that using violence on children,

has a negative impact on their development.

Come here, you devil!

Hear me?

I'm not coming! You'll beat me!

Hear me out.

If by tomorrow evening, you don't bring back the hoopoe,

I'll send you to the plow with grandpa all month long!

From dusk until dawn. You hear me?

Get lost now!

I got cursed by all our neighbors for what you have caused.

There we go!

No hoopoe for you, Nica.

Who knows where they went?

If they reached the fair…

What?

You hear?

Nothing!

-Shut up and listen. -I am!

You're not listening, you're speaking. Shut up!

There, I'm shutting up!

Hear that?

There's something…

In the forest.

That is either a boar or a wolf.

One of the two.

Girl, aren't you afraid?

"Who is afraid of bears,

won't be eating berries."

Look at her the way she talks! Until she bumps into a boar.

There's no boar.

It's the hoopoe.

The hoopoe?

Oh, my!

Told you.

He could wake up a whole village with that snoring.

-Where's the hoopoe? -In the carriage. I go get it.

-I'm coming as well! -No! Wait here.

Why?

If they see me, I can run in the fields,

but I'm afraid you are easy to catch.

Wait here and whistle three times if you see something going on.

OK, but,

I can't whistle.

You are out of order!

Wait!

Don't hit me!

Please, don't!

You're mine!

Let's get the horses ready!

Run!

Catch them!

Catch them!

Grab them!

Catch them!

Come on! It's not far now!

I can't.

Stay here!

-Does it hurt? -A lot.

Where did they go, chief?

Through your stupid head, that's where!

They are hiding somewhere in the forest.

Check there!

Take the birdie, and when you get to the alley, let it go!

-She knows her way back home to Humulesti. -And you?

You will see.

Hey, Mr. Ivan!

Mr. Ivan! Go to hell!

After him!

-Catch him! -Okay!

I got him!

There's no bird!

Where's the hoopoe?

In Humulesti, right now!

-At home, in Humulesti! -Really?

Come here!

And one, and two, and three, and four, and five,

and six, and seven, and eight, and nine, and ten…

-Mara! -And, 11, and 12, and 13…

-And 14, and 15. -Grandpa, calm down!

Mara, I am here!

My colleagues are doing everything they can.

One more time.

-And one, and two, and three, and four… -Come on!

And five, and six, and seven, and eight, and nine…

Please help her!

And 13, and 14, and 15…

-Please save her! -Try to calm down, grandpa!

Two.

Move over. Give me the analysis.

-It won't charge. Check the breathing. -Okay.

-She's breathing. -Grandpa, she's breathing.

If she's breathing, let's put the mask on.

Has she recovered?

-Mara? Mara, can you hear me? -Please calm down, yes?

It's Amza here, from paramedics. Can you hear me?

Open your eyes, Mara. Can you hear me?

Do you hear me? Look, she's recovering.

-Can you hear me? -She's OK.

Raise the flow rate. She has recovered!

Let the dispatch know that she has recovered,

she has a pulse and she's breathing on her own.

-Ladybug! -Can you hear me?

-She has recovered. -Do you know what happened?

-Ladybug, I am here! -Grandpa, please calm down.

Grandpa is here. You suffered a shock.

-Tell her grandpa is here. -Take her blood pressure.

-Grandpa, calm down. -This will inflate on your hand, yes?

Can you squeeze my hand?

Good!

And with the other hand can you squeeze my hand?

-My love! -Good!

-She's breathing. -Can you move this leg?

Good! And this one?

She has motor functions.

She looks at me. You know me, right?

-Vasi, made her look over here. -Look at grandpa.

Grandpa is here.

Make room, so she can see him.

-I'm here, ladybug! -She is OK, you know, she is fine, yes?

-Calm down. -Well done, Mara!

Boo!

It's not fair!

If this stupid watch hadn't rang, you wouldn't have found me.

Stupid? What are you calling stupid?

Let me go!

Why do you think I gave it to you?

This is a magic watch.

When I don't know where you are, it rings,

so I can find you!

If I knew, I'd taken it down.

Well, you don't want me to find you ever again?

No.

But at least for hide-and-seek.

Fine! You can take it off for hide-and-seek.

Listen,

how do I find you, if you disappear?

I will never disappear.

What I fear most is loneliness.

I know it sounds selfish but,

it's the truth.

I feared this since I was young.

When my mother passed away, God bless her,

I told myself, I still had my father.

Then, when he passed away,

I was married, my wife was about to give birth,

and it's like, I didn't suffer as much

as I should have.

Then,

when my wife Uca passed away,

it was rough.

But I told myself, that's life.

I have my girls. I keep going on.

And one day the police called me: my daughter, Carmen, had an accident.

How, sir?

She was so careful.

Someone came from the opposite lane.

So again, it's like I didn't suffer as much as I could.

I held myself strong.

I took on the little one.

Because I was all she had left.

And this is why now,

it's the first time, I truly cry for it all.

For everyone I didn't mourn enough.

I feel like punching myself.

I'm not a good man.

I don't suffer enough.

I don't grieve their deaths.

I grieve my fear of being alone.

And that I won't have anyone.

Nica!

Nica!

Chief!

Chief, we have guests!

I told you she'll be back.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is he?

Who?

Nica.

In the carriage, where it's warm.

Let him go.

Or what?

Where's the hoopoe?

-Home. -Really?

And my gold?

I don't have it.

You really don't know the art of trading. Correct?

The hoopoe,

you took.

The gold,

you took.

And now you want me to release this little devil?

Do you know how much I would get at the fair for an able child?

Three young cows.

That is if he…

has both arms and legs.

If he doesn't,

I'll still get something.

At least,

a milk piglet for the grill.

Now, fingers crossed and say God bless, that we won't keep you too.

Then we would take,

six cows

or,

two piglets?

And if I gave you this?

What would I do with it?

It has an alpaca.

And?

It rings, just so you know.

It rings?

I'm telling you.

Give…

You are very lucky.

Very lucky.

And now, let's go swimming!

Come on, you too!

Are you afraid, girl?

Who's afraid of bears, won't be eating berries!

Right? That's what you said.

Who's afraid of bears, won't be eating berries!

Who's afraid of bears, won't be eating berries!

What is that, ladybug?

I saved him.

Whom?

-I gonna see my mom. -Mara.

-Where is the dog? -Be still, Mara.

-I must go to the tree! -Ladybug, you must calm down.

-Let me go! -Ladybug, calm down!

Please.

Grandpa,

you have to take me outside.

You have to take me to the tree.

Now.

Mr. Stoica!

We'll be fine.

Afraid?

A little.

It's only a story.

Like all stories.

With princesses?

Especially with princesses.

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