From wood emerges more than a splinter, among other expressions... But the proverb says: "Splinter for wood." Return of the muela: from seed to plant, seed to plant. Many of them have been Gotzon Garate. Ready for enjoyment?

What wood, what a splinter. What a trunk, what a tortilla! Seed. He was a stupid, an arno of that kind. Through the vein of the ally, the ally. What tree, what fruit? No motherhood stem ash. Germinate from the seed. Calm down by the caste and ally by the scum. I couldn't collect cherries from apples. Splinters of a wood. The raffle is one of them. Flower type. There is no beech at the root of Arantza. It goes down the stick, down the stick. There is no beech at the root of the oak. Seed plant. Of the same wood. Seed grain, chorizo rod, berro rod in March. From the seed the grain and from the wood the chip, to whom we seem to look. The old boy murmured. Next to the smoothie comes the smoothie. There is no direct repugnance of the wrong Mairan. Good grapes, good grapes. Good vineyards, good grapes. Zozpopa looks like her wood, and the wood looks like her acorn. Cabbage her mango, oak her grain her vinegar.

Animals and their offspring have been used to explain the similarity almost always genetic. Kid per goat. Goats with camero head, goats with camero head. What parents, what children! What old, what livers! Father the donkey, son the mule. Father cat, miserable son. Mom bites, dumb son. The son of the sheep is always the lamb. What a borrico, what an animal! The foxes of the caste the red tail. Son of a corpulent man, animal. Head of the parcel. What a younger child! Whoever wants the ascendants, as well as the descendants. Similar to the previous one, after the previous one. The children of the fox, the carrots. Luki fox boy. A black crow, a black child. Crow eggs, not pichons. The child of the crow, the child of the sponge. The boy from the mountain partridge. Casta is that the hare is afraid. Non-minced towing eggs. It was a cat, a kind of poppy. The cat's boy, fluttering. From caste to count. Some old thief, some descendant thief. Breeders, yeast. As it was, that child. The boy of Ora, dog. The wolf's son is the wolf. The kid of the spade, etc. Some Deaf Spades, children. He was the Pica kid, Ohoin. Picha, pica. The mouse child, the mouse. Son of the snake, the son of the snake. The child of the hedgehog is born with the thorns. Good human beings good fruits. It never grows from the goose of a check. The dog doesn't make cats. The blackbird, the child, too.

The rest of the issues in the house have also given. Such, such, such, such. There's no fresh water from the saltwater. The leaf has to look like a saucepan. From leather to I'm running. What a subject, what a result. What fabric, what fabric. There's nothing sick because of the good face. It's tired to wander around in the crow. Blood, tribe, sweat, money. What fabric, what dress! What fabric, what skirt!