dropped it into the water. Since that moment on they were darker shade of grey. And their tears Ping-Pong balls-sized were falling down the sky.
Seasoned fisherman not a big fan of the table tennis hid under the tree. Both they were trembling. More than everything the road wanted to keep company to them. But it was busy. Like a thirsty crocodile, with its tongue hanging out, the road was lying near the water too tangled to move.
Five children with sunny faces was coming from the horizon, dancing under the rain...Their laugh and smiles were so cheerful, that no one could resist.
It is already seemed, that the clouds were cuddling with the sun. They were big fluffy cats petted with the sunrays. Their fur was so soft and cushy that all the sky dwellers fell asleep.
But the fisherman was awake. There, in the shadow of the tree he was dreaming about fish and the smoke from his pipe shaped salmons, trouts and Russian sturgeons. One of them, a very nasty salmon, took advantage of the fisherman being off guard, and strived to the river. “Have a nice trip” - thought the fisherman and blew out several trouts.
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