The good thing is that the little friends all learn from the little master to resurrect dead pets,
so trouble comes, the
turtle becomes a superstar, the
shrimp becomes an annoying little monster, the
giant becomes a wounded little thing, is trampled to death by a giant tortoise, the
cat and Bats merged into evil monsters and fought wits with dogs and people, and
finally died on the fallen wood [so vampires must be nailed to wood].
The little owner figured out that he didn't want to revive the dog again.
The dog miraculously survived
and lived with the little girl's dog in the neighbor, and lived a happy life from then on.
Movies are good, dead and alive.
I think of the chick I raised,
crushed to death by a bicycle.
I personally threw it in the trash [how can I be so cruel]
and cried for a week.
If only my little movie master,
I could save my little velvet too
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