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I won't, mine!

In our wedding story, Pozzi is visited by her friend, Christopher. And as they usually are, they stumble.

One gray day, Poci sat indifferently in his room.
- I am bored. What can you do then? he asked bored.
- Let's call your friend, Christopher! Mom suggested.
Poci's eyes suddenly brightened as he was very fond of playing with Christopher. Mom picked up the phone and dialed Christopher's mom.
They were knocking soon. Poci ran to the door excitedly.
- Christopher's here! he shouted at the end.
Mom hurried to the entrance and opened the door. - Come in! Poci was expecting her little friend.
he said to the guests.
Christopher's mom helped her little boy take off his jacket, hat and shoes. Christopher and Poci disappeared in the blink of an eye on the steps leading up to the nursery. The children's room became loud with childish noise. The blue locomotive rolled around on the rails, stopped at one station. The cranes also came to work and loaded coal into the rail cars. The Red Diesel Locomotive also passed, and soon broke circles in the nursery.
- Puff-Puff! the steam boiled loudly.
- Come on! Kristof shouted as he pushed the little blue locomotive to a stop.
- Come on! Poci continued to squirm.
- No, the passengers haven't checked in yet! said Kristuf firmly.
- But they've called. We are going! - strongly Poci.
The driver of the locomotive, one of my most exasperated, is:
- Are we leaving now or not? he asked innocently.
- Noah! the little brother shouted.
- Deeeeee! Poci murmured.
There was a great controversy, and the two boys were driving the locomotive.
The pawn dropped out of the locomotive window.
- What a thing! Stop it right away! he muttered to the boys.
- Mine! shouted Poci.
- I'm playing with it now! Christopher screamed.
- I do not give. Mine! Poci said.
Mine was sitting at the top of the storm. "It would be best if I quit quickly," he thought.
Then the door to the nursery opened. Mom stopped at the door. He looked very upset.
- What's that shout ?! he asked the boys.
"Christopher took my locomotive," Poci complained.
"I'll just play with him," Kristuf defended.
- Mine! - strongly Poci.
- It's yours. But Christopher wants to play with him too. You can play with it even when Kristuf is home. But the only ones are boring! You know that too, don't you? Mom said softly. - Unless your friend was here, he was bored. Friends are boring games without a word! Mom continued.
The two little boys were silent. We listened to Mom thoughtfully.
- Just show Kristof how your locomotive can light up. Mom said as she stroked the boys.
- Foolish? curiosity glistened in Christopher's eyes.
- Yes! Look, you have to press here! Poci said happily.
- Uh, but super! Kiprуbбlhatom? asked the little brother.
- Of course! Poci agreed, and made the locomotive friendly.
- But where's the driver's man?
"Not in the locomotive," Kristouf peeked through the tiny window.
“Here I am!” A faint voice came from one of the circles. "I quit because you quarreled and then I'm not driving the locomotive," the man stated emphatically. - I just play with good friends!
- We're good friends! said the two little boys at once.
- No more fighting! Poci said.
- Not really. Never again! - Kristouf added.
At this point, my man jumped back into the locomotive and continued playing, but now without a fight.
Indeed, the train was so much more exciting. Once upon a time, Poci, later Kristuf, was driving the locomotive. And he was happy and knew exactly when to start and stop because the boys hadn't argued about it.