– Well, if a little, then it's not scary, – agreed dad. – Lead!
Administrator number forty-seven picked up the phone and said to someone:
– Vasya! Lead Terimerisund! – And then he turned to dad: – Your passport?
– Listen! – dad started up. – You said that the pet needs to be fed with dinner. And what does he eat, this Terimerisund of yours?
The administrator took out the elephant's lunch menu from the folder and read:
– Hay – 30 kilograms, grass – 30 kilograms, straw – 5 kilograms, oats – 7 kilograms, bran – 2 kilograms, rye bread – 5 kilograms, white bread – 5 kilograms, carrots – 20 kilograms, beets – 10 kilograms, potatoes – 15 kilograms, cabbage – 10 kilograms, apples – 10 kilograms, pears – 10 kilograms, bananas – 5 kilograms, sugar – 1 kilogram.
– Are you kidding me? – dad said. – I do not earn so much to buy it all. Take back your elephant – we don't need your Lame Trunk!
– You haven't taken it yet! – said the administrator. – Besides, he is not Lame, but a Crooked trunk. Elephants walk with their feet, not trunks.
– All the same, he eats so much that we will not take either Lame or Crooked, – said dad.
The administrator picked up the phone again:
– Vasya! Bring Terimerisund back!
Misha was upset, tears appeared in his eyes.
– Do not worry! – dad reassured him. – Let's take someone else. Who do you want?
– Crocodile, – the son sobbed.
– Well, crocodile, so crocodile, – agreed dad.
– Available baby Nile crocodile named Kesul, – said the administrator. – Lead?
– Why a baby crocodile and not a crocodile? – dad asked. – He is OK? And what is this name – Kesul? He's not a goat, but a crocodile?
– The crocodile is all right, it's just still young. And Kesul in translation from Arabic means lazy, – answered the administrator.
– And all the hardworking crocodiles were dismantled? – dad asked.
– Do you want a hardworking one? – the administrator was wary. – I wonder what kind of work you are going to use it for?
–None, – dad replied. – We need him for a walk.
– Lazy is just right for a walk, – said the administrator.
– Okay! – agreed dad. – Lead!
– Vasya! Lead Kesul! – said the administrator and put down the phone.
– Crocodile menu, please! – asked the dad.
The administrator got into his folder, rummaged in it, took out the necessary sheet and handed it to dad.