Don't Look a Gift Trojan Horse in the Mouth.

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Why were the Trojans so eager to let the Trojan Horse into their city. Watch this video to find out. Animation made using Scratch Animation created by: Autism on Demand Voices: Trojan Commander: Slender Hyena Trojan Guard: Autism on Demand King Priam: Slender Hyena Odysseys: Slender Hyena Images taken form: alenvl Science Source Olga Kuevda Sergii Pavlovski pngtree Vecteezy Bishop Andrei Kommerzielle Lizenz Sound made by: alex4609


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