Once there was an owl.
And he was in love with a taxi meter, a purple fluorescent taxi meter.
Oh how I love you. How much do you love me?
25 pence
Could you love me more?
30 pence
But then the taxi cab driver had to practice his trumpet. So the beautiful purple fluorescent taxi meter died. Naturally the owl hops out of the taxi and begins to dance in a fit of rage along with the taxi driver's trumpet music. People throw money, because who wouldn't throw money at a dancing owl I ask you? The owl gives the money to the taxi driver and is reunited with his suddenly revived love.
How much do you love me?
50 pence.

Just as a sidenote: I am not a fan of Slovakia. Go Finland! :)