Once when I was very, very small, while my dad was cooking and I knew, I was wanting to call attention to eat a raw sausage was on the counter. Hung over it again and again to take a bite, with no results. After a while, I got bored and wanted to eat me seriously. That my father saw me and challenged me a lot.
Many years later, I found a piece of sausage in a mountain of sand in the courtyard of my house. It was dirty and brown. I grabbed it and was very happy to ask my dad if I could eat, but I challenged another pile.
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