"The truth may be stretched thin, but it never breaks, and it always surfaces above lies, as oil floats on water". (Quote taken from Don Quixote) by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.
Short legged lies walk through roads with many potholes, trying no to fall down, without closing their eyes. Always walking slow, hiding themselves, scared of being released, pretending not to exist. Short legged lies, don't reach further when the road becomes harder. Finally, short legged lies, put the hoof into a big pothole named: "the truth"
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