A acquaintance told...
He gathered for hunting, dressed warmly (it was in winter), took a rifle and went to a seam storage facility located near the village to shoot rabbits. The hunt consisted of a long and patient waiting for the long-early in the assembly on top of the rolls with seam.
I have my hat (!) He turned back and forward and tied under his beard. At least for masking. After three or four hours of continuous waiting, he began to fall asleep, and suddenly...
From the first person.
There followed a strong blow to the skull... Darkness – even the eye shattered! My heart was thrown out of fear. Then again the sight opened, and the sound above the hat: "Shush-shush-shush-shush," and the hat someone, b***b, pulls up! I was barely overwhelmed: as if the hat with the head hadn’t been cut off.
It turned out that this scratched phyllin from above attacked my rabbit hat. I thought, damn that I caught the rabbit, covered my face with wings, and then almost pulled my butt along with my hat.