Masha E O - Urso

And it was perfect.

He didn't reach for his newspaper. He didn't reach for his tea.

The jam jar remained a jam jar.

She launched herself onto the couch, landing upside-down, her dress over her head. She went absolutely still for two entire seconds. Then her foot started wiggling. Then her fingers drummed the cushion. Then she whispered, loudly: “Are you doing nothing yet, Bear? Because I am doing spectacular nothing.”

The Bear blinked. Doing nothing was his specialty.