Snowy forest — What We're Owed

That's enough. Thank you. She knows enough. Remember that word.

Sweet. Sweeter than being good. Tell me exactly where the fire was. I can't.

I only followed the sound and the wind. Then we'll follow it ourselves. I want golden apples too. Please don't go.

No! The forest is dangerous! Dangerous for fools. Not for women who know what they're owed. That's done. Come on, we must hurry. Right behind you.

Please, please, don't! Air! The fire! You!

Give us summer! Give us riches! Who are you to command the year? I am a mother, and this is my daughter.

We deserve strawberries, flowers, apples, warm air. Now! We give to those who ask with respect respect doesn't fill a pantry Do not touch what you don't