Dad was forty years old, Slavik - ten, hedgehog - and even less.
Slavik dragged the hedgehog in his hat, ran to the couch on which Papa
was lying with an open newspaper, and, out of breath with happiness,
shouted:
- Dad, look!
Dad postponed the newspaper and examined the hedgehog. The hedgehog was snub nose and cute. In addition, the Pope encouraged the son's love for animals. In addition, Dad himself loved animals.
- A good hedgehog! Said the pope. - Lovely! Where did you get it?
"He gave me a boy in the yard," said Slavik.
- Has presented, means? - said the pope.
"No, we exchanged," said Slavik. - He gave me a hedgehog, and I to him a ticket.
"What ticket?"