In the harsh 90s, the local meat combinate was curious. One worker decided to blur the sausages to the New Year's table. Theft was treated strictly and the inventive woman did so. The intestines were wrapped under the clothes, and the blood poured into the milk bowl. The border passed unburned, came to the stop, stands, waiting for the trailer. And the weather was like straw, cabbage, strawberries, lavins from the roofs. And from the stop roof came down a lawn, knocking down an unfortunate sausage from its feet. She lies, ohates, in the blood slurry (from the beetle), the intestines from under the coffts out of the clutches! People in panic, wreckage, someone behind the ambulance ran. The woman exploded and ran away from shame. Thank God, no one has lost the gift of speech.