One time we had a sponge that was the shape of tortoise. My little brother loved to wash with it. After years of exploiting the sponge tired and tortoise lost his head. And the feets. Because grandpa saw the throwed away feets he immediatly took these and sewed feets back to where they belong - to the sponge. No we can wash again with this sponge. "Dear childred, you don't understand but i love the thing so much that you have been attached to." - grandpa words about the sponge -
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Ma tahaks ka sellist vanaisa. Minu oma on kõigest kilekotte kokku õmmelnud...
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