Although I can not see him jumping style, but he nimbly around when we crossed from the shock of the gas field, that kind of spin from the blast, enough for us to wheat flour circle with his cry: Obama legs, thinking close up!
Although I can't see his jumping style, but he from our side agilely across, that shock gas field, that swirling wind, enough to let us wheat hoop powder together for him to cry: long-legged Oba, Simida!
Although I can't see his jumping style, but he nimblely passed by us, the shock of the atmosphere, the whirlwind, enough to let us wheat circle flour together shout for him: long legs Oba, Smitha!<br>