My daughter plays in the sandbox on the playground, I sit next to her on the bench. There are two girls on the grass. Well, how they stand... One is standing, and the other is constantly scattered: the wheel will do it, then it will sit on the sword, and the straight is doing it very demonstratively, up to shining from the paphos.

“Let’s go to the competition,” says the spaghetti girl.

How is it? The second asks.

“Now, we’re going to turn around to do wheels, spaghetti, well, there are different dance movements... And we’re going to evaluate each other.

Why should I compete with you? Compete with those you go to your gym. You will do better and I will judge you.

- Let's go, - replies the spaghetti girl and begins to show "the program of the performance."

After some time comes the time to announce the estimates:

and 2! 2 is! 2 is! 2 is! The second girl (which is the judge) speaks loudly.

Why WOW? ! to - The spaghetti girl is upset donaldzia, - I did everything right!

I am a judge, I know.

The girl was psychotic and went home.

This is how we lose the best athletes.)