The Cat Names.
My brother and I went to a village in Douro. There was an unhealthy cat coming to us. We sit down, therefore, in the evening, drink beer and decide how to name the animal.
“Let’s call him Tom,” his brother proposed.
You are chasing me, I answer.
And then the chip.
I don’t like Americanism, I don’t like Americanism.
And so for half an hour.
In general, in the end, there lived in a deaf Ukrainian village a naked red mouse with a beautiful Portuguese name Goniš.