I go out of the store by the lawn on which a cat sleeps. She turned around and slept. I am rushed by my mom with a wheelchair and a 5-year-old boy with her.
Mama, look at what a puppy!
M – Do not touch. Suddenly Kitty is sick.
P is Mom! She is not sick. She is already dead! Dead is Mom! Can I touch her now?
After this shout, the "dead" kiss opened her eyes, resounded and slipped into the basement.