I go in the tram. The conductor, a sweet-looking miniature grandmother, approaches a large beaded girl and gives her a handful of heads. The beetle stares stupidly at the departure, sits, shrinking, for about a minute, then jumps up and walks on the whole tram:

Coob, what did you give me? I quickly gave me at least two dozen, I need to put on the phone! The cow!

The conductor quietly changes the fifths by dozens:

I’m just a pony compared to you.