When children are unsupervised, it’s gender trouble, but when teachers are in school only for furniture, it’s a little worse.
Let’s start in order.
He was looking here on an anthrax and excavated there a book of the year thirty-six with the name of fun ballistics. Written for children. Apparently the order was smarter, there is available described what, for example. When the charge increases, say, twice the projectile will fly once in five further due to the flight in the discharged atmosphere.
Written educatively, accessible to children. The publication seems childish.
in general. He gave this to my older girls 11 younger 9 for comprehensive development.
At work, my cell phone ringed and the elderly woman was telling me about a cat that was flying. Without knowing anything, I come to meet with the extension.
Now the most interesting.
Stories of children. After reading all of the interesting and finding a piece of a towing wire, the whole group of the extended day arcanized the nearest oak and pulled it to the fence. Since there were no shells, the cat was placed on the trunk and the wire was cut.
Surprised, the animal flew up and escaped behind the roof of the 5th floor school.
After betting on the fact that it was on the roof or outside the school, the entire extension fled to look for it at the stadium. The cat was found. Whole and healthy in the shrubs of acacia and strawberry and ran out to meet the children. Where are the teachers???) is
The cat was brought back to the oak, planted on it, bound the remnants of the wire and began to stretch again. The node slipped out, and the beast flew (from the words of the children) along the lower ballistic trajectory, hitting the only open window of the building – this is the director’s office on the fourth floor.
By the time the first leaf touched the planet, there was no silence in the school yard and there was no child.
Furthermore, from the words of the loud - when the one who came from RONO checking the paper for half an hour, asked to open the window, then he went to the meeting, after which the work went faster and was approaching the end. At this point, when the question was asked about the discipline of the students in the open frame with the speed of the launcher and the soul-breaking MIAU, removing the flowers, pots and folders from the cabinets, a cat flew and tastily stumbled into the opposite wall of the director's office.
Further from my words – when I took my own from the extension, they were already instructed that nothing is impossible, that cats know how to fly, that this is the norm, and that in the director’s office she has a nest. That she flies every day and that they hear about it for the first time.
We met a cleaner who carried a cat on her hands and who, seeing us, approached us and offered to take the kitten home, saying in an indifferent voice that she ran to the director in the office and who her owner is not known.
My cat recognized. They became red like cancers, to which the cleaner said - out the girls as they want, and you do not allow.
In short, to not be secreted from laughter, the cat was taken. Until they came up with a name – a bullet.
At home, Pulka ate two sausages, drank a bowl of milk in one breath and fell asleep.
All of. The next day, the floor of the area was covered with ads such as found cat year of release, model. The color. Technical specifications, photo and phone.
The owner was found a day later – as it turned out, half an hour before the first flight through the school, she fell from the 17th floor of a new highway.
It was a cat. the mule. The household called him Mulky.

In the weekend, I will take my kids to visit. I will buy a book now.
“Interesting sanitary” and I will bring.