Our neighbor held a small farm. As a child, I was very quick to run past her possessions, because the cockroaches there were completely abducted, there was no need for guard dogs. They chased us, the little ones, from the fence and until lunch. But once my grandmother sent me to bring her an apple for the rabbits. I knocked on the gate, and from there, waving my wings on me, a healthy cock flew out, and hugged my knee very painfully (I could not walk for a week, and the scarring still remained). The grandmother returned to her with complaints, but the neighbor said that it was my fault, irritating her highly cultured and kind cock. A clear pen, a rare adult will believe a child. But this story has an instructive end.

A few days later, the neighbor’s husband found her unconscious in the garden. When she laid the beds, that same cock eb@nulled her in the bottom. I don’t know, maybe his ass has irritated him, maybe he has understood who is collecting eggs, maybe he has seen how she has rabbits hammered between her eyes.

Miraculously, it all happened, in the evening, my grandmother and I were given a borst from a crazy bird. Better late than never. And yes, the borscht was very delicious.