On the third day, I was in guests. Good neighbors, all the shit. The arrangements did not work. The thought came to myself when I saw a double-pudded giraffe. Takes a bench, passes through a pen of gyri and binds a loop. You go to the table, holding a curtain, two accomplices attach a plachma board to the ceiling and hold it. And throw a piece of giraffe in the board. It’s really scary when 32 kilos fuck up on the floor. Music, not music - the blow is given to the head, the service and the dishes ring, the blow to the whole house. Fuck, the furniture with small leaps changes its position! No one will descend. Imagination draws a mutant from Hulk - it's easier to get crazy. As my grandmother whispered, shorter.