It was a nice day yesterday, when a man was resting in the grass, and a boy was nearby shouting an electric message, carrying a milk dog in his arms and playing with a little boy, and then he didn't care. After a while, the boy stood up and threw his dog on the ground and ran away.
The little guy rolls a few times on the ground, follows the old days, the boy steps on the dog's skull, the little guy runs back with a bow, and keeps screaming, and I know that the boy was supposed to give the dog to the girl, and the girl said he didn't have to do it, and the boy didn't mean it.
Look at his far-off back, he's got a lot of stuff in his heart, and the dog looks at me on the ground, and it hurts, and the little guy loves it, and the little dog likes to roll over his belly, and he rubs his little tail on my leg, hugs his dog and touches it, and it's sour.
Bring the little one back, and Mama praises it. This is really the angel that God sent me. I haven't been as happy as I am today.