I sit with my father in the kitchen. My mother passes by.
M: I have found it. It lies where usual. (It is leaving)
A: And what did she find?
I: (Lowing down my voice) Gold.
Q: What other gold?
I am the neighbor. (with a dark determination) which must become mine. I’m going to hunt the neighbors right now. (I go out, I come back with the stumbling and I start hardly forging the ceiling)
O: O_O

Well, not to explain to him that my mother planned to do repairs in the kitchen and asked me to shake the bead from the ceiling. And the stumbling for the implementation of this plan could not be found for a long time.