A colleague at work told me. The dog died at their house, lived for a long time, but apparently its time has come. To her 5-year-old daughter, she told her that the dog had fled to the village, so that the grandmother would not get bored. Also "at a visit to my grandmother" was recalled the poppy Tishka, who flew out of the cage, talked to the cat and... In short, the grandmother in the village has a whole company.

The summer has come, they decided to bring the daughter to the grandmother for the summer, and the daughter to no one. He rattled and said:

“Mommy, I don’t want to go to my grandmother, no one has ever returned from her.