Xxx: When I was in the third class, we found someone throwing out a sea pig. While we carried her home, a boy came to us from the neighboring courtyard and asked where we would go.

I told him that there was a cage for the rabbit at home and that she would live there, and he replied that the pig was marine, that he had to live in the water, that he had an aquarium and we had to give him the pig so that he could place it in that aquarium and fill it with water.

As a graduate child, I told him that the pig was called so because it was brought from South America and was originally overseas, and then lost.

Patsanu had nothing to do and he went home, and the pig successfully settled in my cage (where she lived for a long time and a lot of shit).

In the morning he was already waiting for me on the way to school and said that he asked his father about where the pigs should live and his father said that I was a pigeon. I did not find anything to answer then.

So, Oleg S., if you are reading this text, then know: Dubaeb is you.