"Please attack the iceberg princess." It's called ice cream. The principal of the original book took his place in the courtyard and died in his bed. The crane remembers this lesson and is afraid to approach the princess. But the story began to collapse: the cold, frozen princess, who was often close to her, even pulled down the crane's crown: “The palace has been waiting for you, don't you understand?" “Does it work? ” Others nodded, the crane shook their heads. "Do you want to go to the ring?" Others go up, cranes retreat. "We bathed together..." "and so on!" And the moment the crane fell, the princess bit her head in the ear: "When you and I fell off the cliff, the palace would have found you at home." I was forced to become the beauty of the Snow Agency's fear that she would run away from her and not be able to fly — for the collection of the "Gift" column — for the collection of "Gift". The nighttime chestnuts are not gods. The day they were called into this magical forest, the cat-woman Donalds looked at her and turned away. The tribe needs a god who heals everything and communicates nature, but waits for only a common girl who is afraid of the dark. Even the chills think they're useless. Until she reached out to the dead old tree, and the roots of the tree gushed down the spring, until she held the wounded beast and the wound healed in her hand. The forest started whispering to her, and the flowers made way for her. The tribe kneeled down and called her "Glory". The cat chief, who initially left only one shadow behind her, turned her back in the middle of the night, covered her with the softest belly, whispering, "My God is the God I called." It later became clear to the chestnuts that the Tango phrase was not pious, but a declaration of ownership. The head cat and her beloved god.