I go visit a friend.
On the bench sits a 45-year-old man with a little boy.
The boy is crying.
The man says:
Not a rev, not a rev. Now my uncle has something.
He will show me, and he will give me signs.
I stop, I think I would show it. Nothing is
I invented my hand.
In my pocket, I scratch a handful of little things and shake it on my palm.
and WO! The man says joyfully. You see, the money! You see,
How much money does my uncle have?
A lot of money! You and I have no money.