in the bright golden autumn my grandfather and i decided to go fishing in the village. we decided to help the men in the house, by the way, the house was all transparent inside. we decided to help the men and warmed them up in the house, the house by the way inside is all in a transparent oilcloth. then i went to the grass behind the road, there was a table and chair, and on the table were some strange transparent toys in the form of ribbed cones about 5 cm high. then, already in the evening, my mother comes to me and asks about the accident. i told her everything i remembered, but i said i didn't remember any part of it.