Character: Kuzma

The war between the goblins and extremely voracious cat was constantly with varying success.
- Kuzma! - roared the witch.
The cat in the blink of an eye took refuge behind the stove. But in the next instant, the collar carrying the magic was, flew out of there, desperately mauch for the whole house. Threw a couple of elbows from the face of the hostess, he was sabellians, squirming like he wanted to scratch the invisible hand.
- What do you say for yourself?!
- What, am I some mice to eat need?!
- How much cream and sour cream in this week limit?! You're in the door it wouldn't fit!
- Enough! I'm no ordinary cat! And arcane! Talking! Me cream for the mental activity needed!
- There is something active you have to be?! - squeaked from below the house.
- Kuzma, don't mess with me! We're how many times has talked about this?! I told you that the last time said?! Look at you - you fat more than any other Poros!
- Am I to blame, that you pigs are skinny?!

Weak man that he did not think about himself.

That falcons clear! Bear looked grim brothers. - Do you have these sticks will not work! Them only in the ass to pick on a moonless night.
- Why the moon? - immediately asked Kuzka. Two twin brothers, he was more orderly, disorderly, and as he heard Bear more receptive to learning. And now, the Demo was silent, and the Kuzka for some reason needed to know: why on a moonless night I must surrender to such a strange occupation.
- Not to see anybody, and laughter is not dead. - Enlightened Bear Kuzma.