The bag of evil morning began disgusting

. You can even say - very bad. Of course, no one woke up the light either to dawn, and even more so no one forced him to wash it. It did not reach this. But still - the morning was outstanding just Gadsky. To begin with, his favorite "GMS" was broken on radio control, and even a couple of very strong kicks did not bring a vile toy into a sense. Pasha tried to loudly demand from the moron a new one, but his huge daddy was just wondered by his clint laugh and promised to pass me that today Santa Claus will tell him something that is something that has a broken typewriter Immediately forget. Pasha has only to mumble something about the long-awaited scooter, and retire to his room. There he was expected to be another blow - in the dark green water, the aquarium was floating up the stupid mutant. Pasha almost sharpened from grief and resentment. On such a day! He caught the acxolotl with a special saccmother, opened the window and threw a poor amphibian in a snowy garden. Together with a sacc. Then Pasha sat down on the sofa and thought about his bitter fate. Over the mutant, he put the experiments on survival. Pasha had a Kitten of Moore, from whom he tried to make iron avenger, stuck in the animal several sharpened pieces of fittings. It is a pity, but the weak kitten did not survive the transformation into a formidable transformer. I had to be marked traces, burn the corpse in the backyard, pre-watering gasoline. After that, Pasha felt the Great Experimentator's deposits and scored at Axolotl's female. At first, he wanted an expensive and greater piranha like that I swam in an aquarium in the Cabinet of the moron, but, seeing in the trade orders the defenseless and coronal amphibian, immediately introduced what a terrible monster could Take out of this thing. The female, however, tried to argue pass, they say, why keep a similar monster in aquarium when you can buy beautiful goldfish. But Pasha, the internally triumphant victory over the forces of nature, rolled his mother such a scandal that the screams were running off. However, the mutant also turned out to be a weak. Axolotl was only the injection of magic hormones of their own pashino cooking. And when the queue came to the effects of nitric acid, to increase the resilience of active media - the damns of the mutant just die. For today, Pasha has been planned by the transplantation of titanium teeth. The teeth for the future monster Pasha cut out from a piece of zipper zipper. But alas, the beginning of a festive day is hopelessly spoiled. However, Pasha approached the mirror on the wall and critically examined his reflection. A couple of days ago he saw a wonderful cartoon called "Tharg slave owner." In this cartoon, a huge muscular uncle turned his gaze into the slaves of any dismantling dudes, forcing them to make things you need. Well, there, kill someone. Or something else ... Pasha, drank eyes, tried to reproduce a hypnotic look. The result was quite satisfied. In this view, it is quite possible to turn into a slave of a neighbor-born - Clawkarika, Lakakan and in general, Zhid. And then, then make him dunk your own parents! That will be the number! Well, in the extreme case, if the hypnosis does not work, the bear can be simply beat and rub in the mud. Also, in general, it is not bad ... Pasha has rolled the sleeve, evaluating his biceps in the mirror. The mood has improved rapidly. Grabbing a baseball bat, Pasha with pleasure spread to the small pieces of the GHAD "GMS" and grew through the room through the room. It would be possible to narrow the musical center, but ... - Pasha ... Pashulichka ... Pashutka! Pasha has trapped the bit and stared at the door with hatred. It was heard as the stairs, the clay heels, the female rises. The door slightly shut down, and the head of the mother, surrounded by curls of painted hair, seemed in the opening. - Pashulichka ... Well, that you, cat ... mom calls you, calling ... oh, and what about your car? "I could break ..." Pasha stared at his mother. - Well, what should it be? - And we will go to the uncle with dad ... We will soon! We want to eat - go down, there, Marya Petrovna cooked so much delicious ... - Yeah ... - Well, all the cat, we went ... - Roll ... - Pasha muttered in the door closed. From the first floor he had a moron laughter of the moron. Pasha approached the window and waited, when the gate will close behind the black "Lexus" of the parents. Then he went down and passed into the kitchen. The fat woman in the Red Apron, with a hidden fear in his eyes, nodded him, brings himself away from the star unfolded on the kitchen tables. "Good morning ... Pasha ... with the coming ..." Yes, you went ... "Pasha, looking at the housekeeper with contempt, jigged into a high modern stool. - What do you eat there? A woman hastily covered a light breakfast. Pasha was picked up for a fork in a salad, with disgust inspected a mushroom puree and brushed the plates on the floor. Unbreakable plates rolled around the kitchen, leaving fat traces. Marya Petrovna was quietly used. - What are you, Pasha ... - Yes, you! - Pasha shouted. The woman's face began to pale rapidly. She squeezed her lips and, taking her hand apron, rushed to the hall. "The same," Pasha approached the dish, on which the whiteness of the appetizing swans from the cream sparkled. Choosing the fattest swan, Pasha bit his head, and then threw the insufficient cake back, without resistant. Loudly slammed the front door. - Yeah. I ran, creature ... Pasha smiled and gloatingly rubbed his hands. However, after a moment he froze and listened. In the lobby, someone loudly nozzles and scarcals. Pasha carefully approached, slightly opened the door and looked. At the entrance stood a huge man in Santa Claus costume and shook the shaggy mitten snow with a fizz. "Well, neither fig about yourself ... Pasha retreated back, looked out the window and pulled out ... Singing the four of the courtyard was standing on the courtyard. Deer beat with hooves and exhaled clubs of a dense steam. "Well, not a fig about yourself ..." Pasha repeated and approached the door again. Now the man stood, looking around, and patted the mittens on the fields of the Red and White Toulup. Pasha scored more air and stepped forward. Now he will ask this goat, will know how to fall without permission. - And here is a boy Pasha! Pasha frohard as the inspected, pushing at a shrill look at pure gray-blue eyes. - Hello-Hello, boy Pasha, Well, what are you not meeting the grandfather frost? The man spoke to a dense beautiful voice and sincerely and white smiled at the same time. Pasha lowered his eyes and saw a bag. The bag was standing for Santa Claus, he was big and dark red. A man in the meantime took a step forward and said in a singing room: - through the sea, through the mountains, I flew to you with a gift with a gift! So please grandpa frost! Pasha stood in a young, fading face, and suddenly realized that the beard had the most real man. Long, wavy, not glued at all. Pasha looked at his head over his head of Santa Claus. Watch for some reason showed exactly twelve. Pasha on a moment clogged. "That's yes! Is it really real? " Pasha opened his eyes. The man stood two steps away from him and smiled gently. - Well, what are you silent? I flew over the forests and fields! Over the frozen seas! How old are you? "Eight will be ..." Pasha envied, not knowing where to give his hands. - Seven? Yes, you are already completely adult, Paul! - Delivered a man with a dense bass and winked. - Well, so please grandpa frost! Tell me the poem. Pasha began painfully looking for something that he could tell. I did not come to mind. Yes, and he never taught nothing. And despite the size of the gift bag, the "Yamaha" beloved there is unlikely to fit. Feeling himself deceived, Pasha flashed, looking at the bottom-up up: - What nafig, poem? How much did you pay? Hundred bucks? Two hundred? Come on the gift and rolling! - We have a strange boy Pasha. Angry, bad. Because Grandfather Frost came to you himself. With your special bag of gifts. Pasha looked at the man with a challenge, hesitated her lower lip and hurt: - Santa Claus fucking! Haha ... Let's have his fucking typewriter or what you have and tremble from here, while I will not allow my father ... Pasha flew off, a scary blow shot down. Santa Claus leaned over him and looked into a broken baby face with black eyes without pupils. - Your dreams come true, boy. All evil, about which you dreamed, all this evil exists. Every evil word is you. Every evil act - you. Each drop of evil is you. A whole bag of evil! Pasha beat, choking on horror, feeling like chain hands raise him behind their feet and carry. And then ... Then his face burned down the cold tissue of the bag, he was twisted and the miles, indulging in soft shevo-lining. Deeper and deeper, in a brown smelly infinity. He wildly shouted until the black tentacles penetrated him into his mouth, pulling out the language. When the cry broke out, Santa Claus wrapped the bag on the shoulder, looked at the sides, smiled sadly. - Heavy ... oh, it is necessary so ... this year is a full bag ...