Dear Diary,
Today I went to my grandmother. Getting there she was standing in front of the house. I stayed a piece of talk with her, and at one point she sent me home to bring her a cup of water. I'm in the house ... and suddenly a cat comes out of a room, sticks between my feet and catches a mouse under the table. She's scared, they start typing and run to my grandmother outside my legs. I'm starting to tell him, I'm in a bad breath, scared, because I knew my grandmother did not own a cat. She laughs in the corner of my mouth and tries to calm me by telling me that the dance has borrowed that cat for a few days from the neighbor to get rid of that mice.
  A few good days I did not visit my grandmother and when I found out that she had escaped from those mild mice, I went to her more often. :)))