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To children. You want – and you can
There is a very colorefull crowd in The Flower Park every morning. On paved paths ones run and drive, on unpaved paths ones rummage and linger. They laugh, halloo and demand by roar, bark and meow in here. Park’s life bubbles with stormy, sweet foam.
Like any other morning purebred royal poodle Fluffy enters the park with his owner Marinka through the twisted arch. Fluffy is a very young and educated poodle and he always pulls his owner to this open exhibition. There are a lot of paintings in here that are changing constantly; on the bulletin board something new is all the time. Marinka is not patient enough to look properly at all these paintings at one time and Fluffy pulls her here on their way back so he can appreciate another beautiful half which is hanging on the other side.
This big grey poodle, curly from head to fingertips (as it is wellknown, dogs have five fingers on each front leg and more often four fingers on each back leg), like a real sheep, with neatly trimmed hair, like cottony little cloud or the most soft pillow ever in the pillow shop, usually attracts views, hands, too (especially kid’s hands), but Fluffy doesn’t mind a bit – he is a well-mannered poodle, and they make durable suits for him, to order, besides there are one-year old twins-owners at home, so he really does know how to handle kids.
There is a wonderful dog walking playground in The Flower Park which they call just The Playground. One can have heart-to-heart talk in here, exercise on special equipment and learn something new. Marinka often trains Fluffy here while her husband trains their twins on kid’s area nearby (they call it The Circus, by the way).
Fluffy, in a royal way, stops beside long twisted bench next to The Playground and admires butterflies fluttering near the flowerbed.
“They are adorable, don’t you think?” He asks someone who sits next to him (Fluffy just can’t admire silently, for him one has to talk about good thing, even shout).
Next to him is Vyunochek – Rex-rat with chocolate-color and luxurious curly hair.
“Pretty, indeed!” She nods shortly and hurriedly looks away from multi-colored splash.
Fluffy looks at her furtively. Not pointed, as rats usually are, she is a round little thing, with tiny ears and note shaped hairpin on the top. He notices that she does not fusse around and speaks after thinking only.
“If only I can do that flying thing… Or they fly just bit closer…” Purrs snow-white Siberian pussycat from the same bench dreamily. Ulyanka pussycat, with eyes of amazing colore (nor light blue, nor dark blue), waggs her bushy tail with big satin bow on its end. She had been lying in that shade so still Fluffy didn’t notice her right away.
“Good morning everyone!” Smiles rat owner, Marusya, a very young woman with big bun of unruly hair she made in a hurry.
“Good morning!” Says Toma, business like woman with light-color bob and stylish horn-rimmed glasses, looking away from her album and set of wax crayons which are next to her.
“I like your sneakers, by the way! Very bright! When our paths cross there are always noticeable and nice shoes on you,” Marinka says to Toma while finishing her warm-up.
“Oh, thank you!”
Meanwhile poodle, rat-girl and pussycat step aside (but not too far – one can’t do that while on a leash) and peek into a mole’s hole.
“Fluffy, it’s time,” and Marinka pulls his leash politely. “See you again!”
Fluffy wags the tail, barks loudly and spins at place to show Ulyanka and Vyunochek his liking as it is time to go.