Álomszövő Pendula: Hungarian 2015

Once in a long time, Palotas was a cheerful town in the days of our nobles. On Sunday, ladies and gentlemen walked to the firefighter\'s voices. They had ice cream at the Rigójancsi confectionery, bought cinnamon cakes at Vekni, bought their beautiful hats at Marie, they made their shoes at Kaptafa Tónió. Every morning at Market Square they told each other their dreams. By the sunset the dreamy Little Pendula, the Missile Hat, sat beside the town\'s wrought iron well. He stared at the clouds, sometimes reflecting on flowers, sometimes with an elephant. People laughed at fools with good temper. But on a stormy night, the evil Markolab took shape from the smoke rising from the baker\'s workshop. She had robbed her every night and packed her dreams into her sack. The palate was worn by sadness like a gray blanket. Will the Miss Hatman succeed with dream dreamer Alinda mother and her friend, James Smoke Smoker, to defeat the dream robber? If you receive a word now and quickly fall under the quilt, I tell you the story of Markoláb and Hat Pendula, as I heard from my grandmother who heard from her grandmother who heard about whispering whales in the Palotas market, or as I imagined.