Children! It’s these devilish gifts of God that I hate. You may think I’m just an old crook, but I assure you, I have my reasons. It was Munu, my nephew, who just made a plane out of my salary check. Now, if you saw the amount on that check, you might say it didn’t make much of a difference, but still—who in heaven’s name does such a thing? I would have introduced you to the simple man’s adventure this time, but— No, Munu! That’s my newspaper, don’t make a ball out of it! I haven’t even used it yet... No! Bloody— I’m telling your mom! It’s funny, in all this chaos, I can’t help but think about how sometimes we reach what we sought and still feel empty Oh, Munu! What on earth are you doing? That’s my beloved flower pot—put it down gently... No, no, no, not like that!