Okay... I’ll tell a story: I go home late in the evening from the garage, I cross the street in the wrong place (don’t read the last five words of the children) and suddenly I see a barley in the middle of the road. The cars are wick-wick, wick-wick, well I think, Han, you’ll be a friend here... I briefly took it home.
I think myself, tomorrow I'll go to the country, I'll go to the morning and carry the poor into the woods, I'll let out on the canvas. He brought it home, locked it in the kitchen and went to sleep.
Oh, sleep... you will fall asleep, never thought that such a small animal could arrange such a tatar. Thro the night, because of the closed kitchen door, we heard strange sounds of whispering, throwing, running, turning something around and drawing something. In the morning, I opened the door to the kitchen and could say nothing but very bad words. This shit, I don't know how, but managed to open all the lower doors of the cabinets, poured out the crops, sugar, and everything there is on the floor, mixed everything and, sorry for my French, dotted it all. It is correct to say, of course, it was covered with stools, but in that case it was the stool, so tightly these same stools were located on the floor of the room.
Interestingly, the culprit could not be found anywhere.
covered everything. And when he began to read the internet, in order to find information about the disintegrating abilities of the ordinary, he heard a slight noise under the refrigerator. How he placed there, I still don't understand, the gap from half a centimeter two, the barley was quite large... To drive him out with a stick turned out to be a completely useless occupation, this bastard stepped with needles in the bottom and didn't go out at all. I had to release the refrigerator from the foods and tilt it. When everything was done, the general cleaning was done, the refrigerator was unfreezed and the remains of the grain were removed into the box, I realized what the most terrible beast in the world. Home
The Yogi.