The kid by the name of Plato was lying in the garden, slowly swinging in a hammock. Warm sun was shining; the day was pleasant and joyful. Suddenly a strange cat appeared behind the branches, which led Plato to a heron. And there began the journey! Or is this just a fantasy inherent to kids?
- PUAN VER
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- Maryna MedvidYönetmen, Senaryo