Itak, a story from the life of rodents or how to fight drunkenness in non-traditional ways.
I had a friend, a biologist. He studied some of the processes of higher nervous activity, and the object was used by traditional white mice.
He had them in the laboratory apparently-invisible, experiments with them were quite successful, the disserver was already just as close, but a major repair of the building of the institute and he had to scatter his mice on friends, experts, other laboratories, etc. In order not to miss the results, of course, of hard work of many months. In the meantime, of course, the pipes are changed and the walls are stained.
A large part of his muscles he just pulled back to his home, well he lived close to the institute. His wife literally stumbled away from such a company, threatening even to go to my mom for a while, and here the three-year-old daughter - that just sent in indescribable enthusiasm. Same dishes, mice are white, clean.
He was playing with them all day round, throwing out the plush mice and dolls.
They bathed them in the bathroom, clothed them in dolls, and one day I thought about painting them in all the colors of the solar spectrum with aquarelle.
It was just a glance, I think even the mice liked it.
Then everything was done, the mice went back to the lab, but the story unexpectedly got a continuation. Sometimes my friend talked with a neighbor on the staircase cage - with whom, by the way, they had a adjacent balcony.
The neighbor says:
– You know, I’ve been “squeezed” for a month now (before that he’s not one).
The evening did not come home.) is
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Dick, write to the hell! I sit on the balcony and suddenly there is a mouse.
is out. The Red! And it is green! And then the philanthropist! I am such
I saw, such a deadly swallow gave - no more drops of this poison!