I went to the grocery store to buy a cat. Suddenly... the door whispered, the bell whispered slightly – a luxurious lady of the Balzac years floats into a tight shop-half-sweeper in a cream-fettered hat with a wide field, a coat of pie-de-pull also of a cream-rose shade, long. The narrow arms are strapped in leather gloves. The bag is beautiful. My brains have blurred. A beautiful fairy. Our fairy approaches the enchanted seller and speaks with a gentle voice.
Do you have bits for crocodiles?! to