I too, as a child, very much wanted a speaking poppy, but despite all my tricks I managed to get only a hamster) the most colorful event in his short life was the moment when he stumbled on my atlas, stumbled, so to speak, around the world. I tried in every way not to show that he was not quite desirable, in the end the animal was not guilty of anything, but one day he repayed me for this with a betrayal and absolutely inexplicable from the point of view of medicine death. On that day, it seemed to me that my parents suspected me of something, it became even offensive, not that in my life the tragedy is so on me, and they are still trying to hang me with their scorned eyes))