It was worth leaving the house and... oh, horror: the child was bitten by a frog!!! He sent me a SMS.
I: Loisha, maybe an ass?
Of course, the Sova! She sat on the pine and smelled, disturbing our peace. I shot her out of a water haubice. She decided to take revenge and bite me.
I: I am in shock! The wound treated?
He was treated, but the wound was bleeding. In the smell of blood fly blinds and groves. I lose consciousness. I need to rest, and my grandmother is chasing. So far. I will live, I will write.