I sit quietly on the PED, hid behind the backs of teachers, check out mini-dictations on biology, work "weak", and, suddenly - "pearl". One of the students - not the best, burned (further with the preservation of the author's style, puncture and spelling) The carcodile is like a yashper, only big. Neo has a Chechnya. The carcodile buries his eggs in a whistle, because if he sleeps with them on a rifle, they are broken. Question of 2. The foxes walk alone, and only sometimes in pairs, when they need to take a young foil into the forest. The wild whisper, the council, practically broken, I barely reassure the rejoicing teachers. Suddenly, in a relative silence, the teacher of English asks: “I didn’t understand, and why was the torch in the forest flooded?” "This is the end of the council.