A little girl gave the bug. Joy girl was not
and end it all day to play with her. The next morning the girl with
turtle in hand, blubbered resorted to the kitchen to her mother and said,
the turtle died. Mom:
- Oh, docha, you tortured her at all. Well do not worry, we'll put a bug
in a cardboard box, bury in the yard, put flowers on the grave,
buy Coca-Cola, a big cake, call your friends and arrange a lush
funeral .... (then turtle stuck her head out of the shell) ... hey,
daughter, do you live it ..!?
My daughter happily:
- Oh, can I strangle her ....!?