| The car and truck lived together
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| One day the car called in amazement:
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| «Here we have been staying alone for years
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| And not even a glimpse of the children has been seen
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| Wouldn't it be time for us to have children?
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| Before we are completely rubbish, tinplate? »
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| The loader said, “Let’s immediately place an order
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| It's not like a little call and a phone call. "
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| «Hello, hello, is there a RARA?
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| We are now ordering a child without bends
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| Can we come pick you up right away?
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| Don't I need to study them first? ”
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| «Yes, yes, yes, here is the hospital
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| Full every place, rooms, lofts are
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| After all, there are flavors on offer here
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| Do you want a child with horns? ”
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| At the doctor's office, the cars were told:
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| «Children have to wait, go to the stables!
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| Either flesh is heard before giving birth
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| No food should be stored at home now. ”
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| Both cars would suck in large loads
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| Gas tank and luggage compartment as full as ever
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| Then they waited anxiously for what would happen in it
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| Until the phone's voice finally reaches your ears:
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| «Hello, hello, the hospital is here
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| Now there is a child in your family! »
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| Cars gassed there with an arrow:
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| The motorcycle lay in bed!
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| The cars were in awe, but the doctor
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| He smiled and said, «Give it
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| The same food you eat yourself
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| As it grows, it will have four wheels. ” |