I saw a picture today: there is a grandmother with a grandson about three years old. The grandmother asks:
Is your legs not cold?
The boy breathing hard:
“No, grandmother, they are not frozen.
My grandmother is behind:
Is the pen frozen?
- They don't freeze, - the guy responds even harder.
What will freeze then? My teacher told me that you were cold all day, Grandma is surprised.
The boy, squeezing his head, quietly whispered with grief in his voice:
There was a fire within me.
Two minutes of silence. Finally my grandmother says:
Well nothing. Now cook the cocoa and it will go!