Рем0нт двху. Уклвдвння м'як0ї п0крі8лі Кри8ий Ріг, Україна

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A man walks across the field, mowing. A transistor receiver hangs on his chest. "Dear people
residents in farms of the Uysky district! " - broadcasts the receiver. "Yesterday evening in the district
a flying saucer landed in the village of Zyutkely. They flew to us on it in a friendly manner.
tuned humanoids. If you meet them, please, without sharp movements, in
explain who you are, where you come from, what you do in simple, understandable expressions - no
be afraid, they will not do you any harm. Signs of aliens: squat,
hands to the ground, faces red, eyes a little tired. Please, if you
if you meet any of them, report it to the regional center for UFO problems. "(//tractor-service.com)
The man grinned into his beard ("Look, these city people will come up with it!") and calmly
mow further. He touched the end of the clearing, turns back, looks - ba!
sit! Down-to-earth, hands to the ground, face red and eyes trained! Man
with trembling lips he says:
- Grass... - points to the ground, - scythe... - to the scythe, - mower... - pokes
he points his finger at himself, - basket... - depicts the corresponding process. We are an alien
words.
- Grass... Scythe... Mower... Mower... - the man repeats. Silence again. Man
he also froze - it's not good, betray him!.. Suddenly the alien comes to life and shows in
side of the forest, says:
- Les... - points to himself, - forester... Sitting... Sru...