One day I was bitten by a shrimp. It feels like a stick has been hit. But this is only the beginning. Then the hand swelled. Incredible itching, plus severe headache. Temperature below 40, chills, sweat cold. It passed in two weeks. For the first three days I thought the horses were moving.

And here I am somehow sitting, sorry, in the village sort. This beauty flies with the size of a finger. And I’m automatically the newspaper – the grandmother! And it falls... in my pants. And there is lost. Fuck it!! I have a shirt in my pants! I remember what I had with my hand... On my feet – officer boots and soldiers caliphs (at the country to walk - better not to come up with). How I got out of that hole, I don’t remember. I felt already barefoot, without pants, I stood in front of the sorter. And in my pants this monster!
He beat his pants with a scarf for fifteen minutes.
I woke up, standing with my naked ass, with my spat on the front, and the stealing voice of my wife from behind:
Dear, why are you doing so?