I was offered a job today: take out bags with construction garbage before washing (the nightmare of the grandmother).

I go, I mean, with a bag, and along the way a huge frozen swarm and children (year 6-10) throw snow in the distance. As I passed by the grove, I heard that the children began to whisper, began to receive proposals to throw me down. And then one child loudly so, to the whole courtyard, says:

Oh you fool, let it work!! to

Thanks to you, good boy!