Tom held his breath as the stampede thundered below. He had sliped on some dirt and rocks on a cliff looking down on the site. He had lost his favorite camera trying to do birdwatching, under the hooves of cattle frightened by a storm to Tom's right. He got off his honches and down the cliff to his jeep and sped away...
(скрий) Ако искате да пестите трафик, можете да намалите количеството информация, която се извежда на страниците, като промените своите Настройки. Опитайте да намалите броя на игрите на главната страница, а също и броя съобщения на страница. (pauloaguia) (покажи всички подсказки)