I was 6. In the duet, where I was dancing, I decided to hold an exhibition of aquarium fish. Mom, knowing about my love for everything living and the passionate dream of my own pet, tried not to let me there, because the poster meant "Exhibition-sale" and not just "exhibition". The grandmother, who was the supervisor of the exhibition, looked at our dispute, and then, looking melancholy into the ceiling, said:



Of course I do not want to say anything. But the girl can go for free, she is not yet seven.



My mother told me to go alone, knowing that without her and the money I would definitely not be able to buy anything.



“I don’t want to say anything,” the grandmother said. But with you the girl will be more interesting.



Mom thought, agreed and we went to see. The old lady was very interesting about everyone, there were no visitors except us, and she was everywhere with us. I admired the fish, the donkeys (I don’t know what they did at the exhibition of aquarium fish). Then I saw the frogs, and the frogs were just the coolest, they were so fun swimming after each other, and in general they were perfect. I began to look with complaining eyes and subtly hint that I needed one. My mother said:



No, it is probably too expensive...



I do not want to say anything! The grandmother intervened. - Such a frog is worth (a large amount, I don't remember exactly, but I't buy it), but these frogs are sold (a very small amount, I was given so much to school for lunch).



Okay, said my mother. I need an aquarium. Aquarium is expensive.



Soon is my birthday, I went in. This is what you will give me for my birthday.



“There are two weeks until my birthday,” my mother said. How would a frog live without an aquarium? We go on our birthday and buy it. A sinister plan. The exhibition lasted the last days, as my mother later admitted.



“I don’t want to say anything, of course,” said the grandmother, and her mother trembled nervously. But the frog will live perfectly in a three-litre bowl until you buy an aquarium.



My mother did not give up either. But we still have to bring her home, we have nothing with us.



I’ll give you a litre bottle! The old lady smiled, whom I practically worshipped at that moment. And a marble to cover.



The disarmed mother breathed. Choose a frog.



“I don’t want to say anything,” said the grandmother. But one frog will be boring, take a couple. Let the girl choose, and you and I will pick up an aquarium with a discount.



This is how the frogs appeared. I still think that old lady is one of the best sellers I’ve ever seen in my life. When my mom was against even just going in, selling her as a result of frogs and ordering an aquarium - this is what you need to be able to do.



Mom then admitted that she hoped the frogs would die quickly, but Ludwig and Peppi lived a happy fourteen-year life. There was an interesting case with Peppi when her foot was accidentally eaten by a red-eared turtle, but then Peppi, being planted in a separate bowl right in front of my eyes, slowly regenerated the lost limb.