When the trees were big, and I was going to the kindergarten, the teacher instructed us to bring a box with buttons from the house, said we will learn to sew. Mother selected for this case a "chestnut" from under the cookies and collected the most beautiful bottles that were in the house, of different shapes and sizes, and among them there was no one like the others.

The next day we were given cats mouths of fabric, and we had to sew their eyes and nose to them. I was distracted, but I didn’t have two identical buttons to make my eyes. But the teacher said that nothing terrible, the receptions are different. It is said - done, the eyes are sewn, the best nose is chosen. And then the educator says, "If someone wants, give their kittens and I'll come to them bats," of course, everyone immediately set up in a row, but when it came to me, she is like this: "Listen, your bats don't need, he has one eye broken, which means he's street, and where does the street cat have bats? » As I cried, I didn’t think my cat was street, it seemed to me the most beautiful. In general, I took my cat home, and I gave him a rough band, thereby restoring justice.