The film depicts a sad but warm story in the simple, primitive, three-dimensional art form of clay animation. Zucchini's missed hand caused an accident to his mother and was sent to an adoption home. Like his blue hair, here he is melancholy and autistic. Until Camille's arrival, life finally revealed a glimmer of light. The frolicking in the snow field made the children temporarily forget their troubles until a mother appeared. After everyone helped Camille escape the aunt, the lucky zucchini and Camille were adopted by the police. Simon coaxed the remaining children back to his room, not wanting to let the sadness and envious disappointment after separation stay for a second. Perhaps all the tenacity in the world is worthy of luck. I hope that children who have encountered various accidents can be treated well, just like the cactus in Camille's room by the window, which can bloom dazzling flowers under the sun.
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