The case was in Dacia. My mom and I stand in the midst of the beds, behind us grows a large bush (a tree? How is he called?) Grapes on the iron frame. There is a dog under the grapes, but it is hot. To cool it begins to dig the ground, trying to get to a colder layer. There are roots! And the flowers are planted... My mom and I start shouting like "Stand up! by Fu! Can not! There are flowers!"
and pause. It was heard that the animal’s head whispered... then it turned 180 degrees and started to crawl.
Our wild goot probably heard the whole country village...