Today is the second day I work as an assistant chief in a children's camp. After lunch, the children have a quiet hour, and the leaders have a meeting. I sit in front of the body in a pavilion, I read a book, and then a crying girl from my squad runs to me. From her words, I understand that someone has bitten someone’s ear.

I run to the body, and the panic itself - the nurse will only be half a day, and I also don't know how to deal with a small cannibal. I fly into the room, where a child whisper is heard, and besides the other children, I see two twin girls spotted in blood. Without unnecessary words, I catch the victim, who did not get the ears, and already go with her to the wardrobe, where it was decided to treat the ear with peroxide. To my great surprise, washing the blood, I did not find the wound. Then the victim decided to vote.

According to her, she and her sister decided to play the girls from the neighboring room. Going to them, she said, "My name is Masha, and this is Dasha, and she is a little crazy... Here Dasha struck Masha and spit in her with paint...

According to the twins, it was supposed to be very fun, and they did not expect that anyone could be upset.

Once again, convinced that the children had a very specific sense of humor, I asked what she had with her ear (the absence of a mouthpiece, still present) And I got the answer: "So Dasha bitten that year..."

Take care of sisters. And I think the fun is just beginning.