Last summer, they went wild in the woods, with a familiar hunter stopped.
Well, the banks were shot, the next day they were going to let go of the pre-cooked strawberry on the strawberries, but in order to be more convenient - decided to marine the meat in champagne 2-3 hours before the start of cooking. In the morning, that is. These are the culinary perversions. Of course, all the accompanying items were brought with them. Everything that required the conditions for storage was stuck in the refrigerator (the generator was on the solar, so that electricity was present in this cave), something was dropped into the basement.
But I forgot about a 25-kilogram grid with onions near the house. At night I slept to smoke - I go out on the doorstep, silence, darkness relative (lamps in the house to illuminate the outer perimeter are only on the side of the doorstep), and in this setting horrifying such sounds - a mixture of whirling, whirling and whirling. And periodically someone sneezes with anxiety. I went into the house, took the light, and I saw what it was.
At twenty o’clock they ripped the net with the onion and ate it.
They chew, spit, sneeze, sneeze, but they eat.
Nifigase, I think, a writer of shishelks, without onions would not be so delicious.
“Anonymous!!!” With this scream, I squeeze the shoe straight into the center of the action.
Eggs are in discharge. Except one, the biggest one. He looked at me carefully, sneezed contemptuously, and demonstrably returned to eating onions.
Oh, no, I think, FIG you, I will cover you with a pelvis and go for the tar, I will take my girls to show such a wondrous - oatmeal that robbed the people's onion reserves.
and covered. Metal is heavy. Liter for thirty. He ran into the house, rolled out packages of all kinds, jumped out - it was in place, the flow of the bulb was already eaten. I turned to the club, flirting, and I am here to package, no, it does not climb into one. Healthy like that. Every day Pagan.
I sat next to me and thought about going behind a bag of potatoes, and Pahan turned around, looked at me, and cried. To see the onion swallowed, the fool was like it, but it seemed to me he was asking me to let him go.
Valy sat down, I tell him, and, having gathered the remains of the bandit attack, went to sleep.