It was a show. They gave him a hammer, called a female. During the last week, the hamster learned virtuously to perform all possible acrobatic tricks, including salto and skating, and apparently was not too pleased with such a trainer as my Catherine. The only thing that was strongly recommended to the sister was not to irritate the hammer of cats and dogs. But the little ones are smarter and more independent than everyone thinks of themselves. She chose the moment when the adults were distracted by their adult affairs, put Maska on a plate and went to introduce her to our basset hound. He stunned directly from such happiness and in a minute slipped to the hamster, not even whispering. And here it began. Katya nodded, calling to the dog’s conscience. The father jumped up and the lion’s stealer pushed the dog out, shouting, “Daughter, look there, you can’t see the man!” Katya in tears and tears pushed the poor dog's hand into her mouth, but Maska was already not to be saved... After forty minutes of glimpse, the mother-peacemaker, having tried a thousand ways to reassure the little girls, sits and says, "Today is Easter, and all who die on this day immediately fall to heaven to the angels. So now Masha is in the hamster’s paradise and she’s fine.” All this time I tried not to hysterically roast, it was bad.)