I visited my grandmother in the village. In the farm of cows, chickens, chickens, garden... I am a resident of the city, and not clever. It’s summer, the brains are melting. The time is closer to the evening, the aunt approaches and asks: Do you know our cow?

I know, red with white spots.

Aunt, it’s okay, get out, get out.

I have no back-thinking, I take the big, I chase the cow. And there are hundreds of them, and they are all red with white spots. Taaaak, life didn’t prepare me for that, but I didn’t give up. I remembered how our cow was dogged, remembered what the moths had on the wreath, and went to look for it. I found! I pressed. The whole family went out to see if I could go or not. Asked how he found out, he pointed to the witch. Everyone laughed and showed me that our left horn had a spleen, and you can ask the shepherd, he knows! HY is