HISTORY # 4 "HOW I BECOME A FATHER THREE FROGS"
Near the shop, which I rented for work, was a large
fire pool. In the old days, with a more democratic leadership
plant, in it at a lunch break the youth bathed and even were conducted
swimming competition. Last years the pool stood
lonely and deserted. Electric motor from the fire pump has long stolen
In addition to me, the pool was visited by another strange type that released into it
goldfish, fed them and admired them. And the question: "How will you be
they then catch in autumn? "He shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment.
And now we got wound up somehow in the spring in the frog pool. Their wedding trills were amusing
me. Tadpoles appeared in the pool, and then all of a sudden everything disappeared somewhere.
The heat came. Frogs also disappeared somewhere.
I walked up to the pool for some water. Next to him was a water tap.
And he saw a half-dried frog's caviar in which life was still hovering under the drops
faulty faucet. I scrupulously scraped all the eggs from the asphalt
in a bucket of water and began to wait.
A couple of days there were hundreds of tadpoles and a problem arose: what to feed
brood? My wife searched in vain for information on the Internet and I had to try
different menus. And bread and cereal, everything went into action. But the tadpoles were all dying and dying.
And now I finally realized. I began to change the water twice a day in a bucket - poured
From the pool, collecting on the surface of all micro-beings. Thus, and fed
the last 13 pieces of tadpoles. And only when they have legs and they have become
jump out of the bucket, and I was tortured to catch them and put them back, I called
comrade and we solemnly released them to the nearest river, and then marked
this is God-pleasing in the nearest bar.