"So what happened then?" She asked.
"Mother took pity on me and re-stuffed the toy with rags, using old stockings as material, after which we lived happily ever after," Alex said, smiling at one corner of his mouth. "I continued to abuse the patience of the poor little animal, and he again collapsed, and this time my mother could not fix it."
- And?
- And that's where history becomes tragic. Unable to endure the separation from Goggi, I decided that since I no longer have my dog, what she was stuffed with could quite replace her. - For a moment, Alex interrupted the story and ran a hand through his hair. "You remember that the mother tried to fix the dog and stuffed it with old stockings," he said lazily. "Therefore, for several months I wandered through the halls of Westonbert and ever
