By the way, I saw a beautiful thing today: the cat walked down on a half-breathed beryozka (toooneennyh branches) and looked down complainingly. Below, at the bus stop, he was loudly regretted and tried to deceive him with a sausage with fat (schoolchildren), a freshly purchased sausage (a aunt somewhat) and a head from a whirlwind (a uncle with a beer). The cat was not surprised. Here came the bus, the whole electorate plunged there and left, leaving the submissions at the barley. The cat looked around, tears, eaten everything, except the whiplash and cuttings back, on a few branches.