A girl in a Yellow and Black uniform with the number eight on it runs across a field.
A girl is running.
The girl is swimming.
Two dogs are sitting in a field.
It's snack time growled the President to Monica.
Of course I'm determined to go.
The three ladies are sleeping in bed.
The Range needs another wrangler.
Most experiences are more quintessentially southern Californian than seeing some form of entertainment under the stars.