Once upon a time there was a little girl who was loved, mainly by the forest animals and the whispers of the trees.
Most of all, she was loved by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child, apart from a hip replacement.
Once she gave her a little riding hood of blue sand silk, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Blue Riding Hood.'
Wise guy, eh? No sharp weapon policy.
Grandma told me the digi-passcode looked something similar to a castle.
You can't fly a hot air balloon!
Why are you cutting down the forest?