I talked to a funny couple in a neighboring bed. Misha is a healthy, slightly overpumped and overfed guy under a meter ninety. Masha is a thin, cute cock weighing twice as much. Both were shy and shy. They told me that they met a few days ago right here, at the resort. After the trial, they are determined to get married.

Michele remembered the first day of their encounter. They swam it all and swam it. The girl struck him with her fear. She swam well, but did not dare to go further than twenty meters from the shore. She climbed the rocks cleverly, but higher than a few meters up she was scared. I got married, but I kissed Misha. She packed things when moving from the beach to the beach with such care as if they were on a long space trip. She was constantly spraying the cream, afraid of burning.

Finally, Misha began to get it in order.
That’s why she is lonely! He thought, sadly, that she was a good girl.

In despair, he cleverly tried to drink her. The same smoothie came out - she replied that she loves Mohito, but refused to drink it categorically. I took a sad breath at that. Her eyes were filled with sad memories.

Why - Michele would soon be convinced on his own skin. The sun had already bowed to sunset when it broke Masha. She quickly drank a large glass of Mohito and was transformed. With a disturbing wide gesture, the hair adhered to the whiskers and turned into a beautiful witch with a hairstyle "enemies ruined the crown nest." The devil was clear in her eyes. She whispered laconically and whispered: I clutch to those stones! He threw his hand somewhere in the sea, and it was. Within seconds, her thin figure was already waving in the waves.

Misha could hardly see the stones coming out of the water in this Masha direction. The distance was a little frightening for him. But he was delighted with the opportunity to show her all his power and ability to swim. He left traces. He ferociously struck with all his limbs, his biceps and his triceps, trying to push this wickedness. did not succeed. It resembled a wheeled steam boat race for a torpedo boat. So much foam, so little.

Misha had already reached the middle of the strait and had been exhausted when Misha welcomed him with these stones. She was bored there quickly. He swam and went back to the beach. Moving past Misha, she joyfully asked: take me off on that rock until the sun settles!

Looking at the object of the film, Misha trembled. The rock really looked great, sprinkling out into the sea from the beach. It had only one disadvantage – verticality.
Masha is standing! He walked after her - don't think about going to her! You will be killed!

In response, there were bumping bubbles of her laughter. Misha was still bragging in the waves, when at the hellish light of the burning sunset he saw her figure cheerfully climbing up. With the cleverness of the broken cat, she grabbed for invisible performances.

Remove the slugs! He desperately blasted Misha. The rock consisted of smooth plates of the strongest mesozoic limestone, drowned by dinosaurs. Misha himself on such plates slid in wet shells and in a flat place.

But Masha hurried to climb the top before sunset. She succeeded. Without taking slides. When Misha finally ran to this rock, Masha had long and thoughtfully posed in the hills. The entire beach was delighted to photograph her silhouette at the same time as the sunset.

Take me off! Weakly brought to Misha.
Sit in silence! Do not move! I go behind the camera! He responded to Misha.
Take me off the rock! I am scared!! to

Mochi seemed to have been out of it by that time. Changed the sexy pose with the knee up to the emphasis of lying. He threw his head over the pit and was terrified.

The sorrow of Fedor was on her face.
Don’t take me off, Misha. Masha said bitterly – or you’ll kill yourself! I cry while it is light. Take it when I crash.

I thought about the absurdity.

Could you call a fire car? Let me be photographed.

"Then the barge must be called," Misha replied, "the drying technique will not come here. Let’s try it ourselves first. Sit where you sit, don’t move.

And began to rise. He could climb the rocks much better than swim. He reached the top faster than Masha. Three meters below it, I realized that further - only a ticket to one end. He got stuck with a dead grip for a couple of concessions in a position that allowed him to take the falling Masha on his head.

He carefully examined all possible taps for her descent. I asked her where to put her hands and feet. In shock, I did not immediately realize that Masha began to descend too in the slats!

Throw them down to the fucking grandmother! He was grumbling.

Masha humbly and alternately shrugged her legs. Both unwittingly looked down, realizing that they could hit someone in the bowl with these shoes. From the beach, the rescue operation was monitored by crowds. The slopes did not reach the spectators. They alternately collapsed on a slope and... exploded! Flown into many bright colored fragments. Thro the crowd went a crowd of astonishing admiration from the cycle "I don't believe my eyes!" The resting people caught the pieces that fell on them and looked stupidly at them. Misha almost fell out of surprise.
Masha, what was it? Did you hide explosives? Why Why?
The mosaic has flown! Masha answered sadly.

It turned out that its shells, modest from the outside, from the inside were a strange idea of the designer. The plastic pad had a high border on the edge, inside which numerous multi-colored pieces of elastic material were placed under pressure. They fled when they hit the shovel.

When this couple finally came down, it was awaited by a whole deputies with selected pieces of shellfish. The children walked into the hillside in search of the lost pieces. Masha began to restore the mosaic on one of the tapes, Misha tried to help her by collecting the second. But I had trouble. It was a real puzzle.
“Don’t,” said Masha gently, “there’s a pattern to remember. I will collect faster.

I looked at the fragments carefully.
“Children, there is still a small orange piece in the shape of a cupcake!

Detvora was delighted to spread around the surroundings and in a couple of minutes found the tea. And Masha, meanwhile, laid out the pattern, sometimes thinking.

Meanwhile, Misha began to comment:
We need to develop shoes! Increase the intelligence. Self-liquidate when the IQ of the owner or the owner itself falls. They recover if she has the courage to gather them back.

Masha laughed and continued to squeeze the colored pieces.