From the Dacian.
Our educated, urban, semi-racial cat loved to bite village dogs on the weekend. And this time, probably as usual, by biting something out of their dishes, it was expected to provoke the pursuit.
The cat ran to the house on the streets of the local cooperative. The forces were unequal. The puffy tail was already a half-meter away from the teeth crawling, the seams flowing with saliva... The last turn with the back of the rear – and here he, the native threshold, in direct sight.
At the door was a mother with a scarf. A terrible force, by the way.
This is the cat fortune, thought the cat. Slowing down with the police turn, he turned to the seams and squeezed sharply. In general, you can spit on anyone if you have a woman in the back with a heavy cold weapon.
The dogs, gently speaking, did not expect it. They swallowed and sat on their ass.
Unconditionally turning his head, not immediately, but withdrew. The bullet is an argument.
Looking back, I was disappointed...
The proud cat did not leave his mother that day.
And in the morning brought her a freshly killed white mouse on her pillow.
He assessed the rescue of the tail in the life of the muscular princess.
and educated.
Ierofant