In the misty pond of Russia, their slender legs pirouetting in perfect harmony. With each leap, they seemed to defy gravity, their sweet serenade echoing through the reeds as they danced the frog ballet. They were so happy. This happiness had a reason. They were traveling finally to America. It was the dream of their lord. They had been struggling to make a ship for themselves. Obviously it took them years to make a ship. But they were successful and when the ship was ready, they were dancing. Ballet was an art form for their tribe and they paid homage to it.
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