toys [Theme] Page 2

The last month of autumn came,
And there, behind him, the winter shows the lugs.
Replaced the heavy rains,
Will come snowflakes and Christmas toys.

Oh, the Furious Five! You are much more of my figures! Well, except for the praying mantis. It is the same.

Girls and boys from childhood do not have common themes because they are mutually convinced that there is a girl classes and boy. Then the men decide that the silent wife is a gift.

Blank, a journalist, as a toy buy... What's going on, Blink?
- I will tell you one thing: in the press more than two thousand unemployed.

I am happiness, I am the infinite forest
Taken to transparent the properties of the balloon;
If shaking the snow from heaven,
The trees themselves administer.

- What is Real? asked the Rabbit one day...
Real is not how you're made, - said the Leather Horse, Is what happens to you when a child loves you for a long time... basically by the time you become Real, most of your hair out, your eyes fall out, you look very worn and may even lose some parts. But these things are not important, because if you become Real, you can't be ugly, except to those who doesn't know anything.

The children are now steeper than the one with the coolest gadget. Who's got the coolest gadget in the yard, the coolest. He immediately friends, all siding up to him, laugh at his jokes, all his love... But in my childhood this gadget was a stick of shit. And here's one who has it, here is the parade. And he decides, you go home, you go home, the shit you go or not.

- No, Sergei, well, normal you tell me the problem posed? How do I know what the kid will do?
- Well, I don't know why I asked Cindy to bring with you? She has a brother, she needs to know.
- Yes, Anastasia've already killed me plush monsters...
Bell, what he had always dreamed of?
- Become a pilot!
- Hey, pilot, you get something like myself! You have a level of development suitable for this age!

When I was little, I had a lot of toys: Teddy bear, ball, box with the console and a toy box that I didn't pay attention. But the mother said that the important thing is, they're not toys, and those with whom you can play. And she was right, because now I have almost no toys, but I have a lot of friends to play.

At home I had a lot of toys. My favorite bear's name is Bear, and I still have the doll, bike, ball. And that's all. New toys on the ship are not for sale. I miss the toy stores, because the old toys are broken or lost, and the new can create quite a lot of interesting games! Good friends don't need to buy in the store. And play with them more interesting than toys. The mother said to understand who your friend was. True friends are learned in trouble.

In one distant country there lived an old man, very fond of children. He was constantly making toys for them. But these toys were so fragile that broke down faster than the kid managed to be enough of them. Breaking another toy the kids are very upset and came to the master asking for a new. He gladly gave them even more fragile... Finally stepped parents. They came to the master with the question: "Tell us, o wise one, why do you always give to our children are so fragile toys that children inconsolably crying, breaking them?" And then the sage said, "it Will take quite a few years and someone will give these former children of my heart. Maybe learning how not to break the fragile toys, they will be more careful with someone's heart?.."

I never had a favorite toy. I was always bored to play with dolls or Teddy bears. I found them another use: I was thrown off the window all their toys and gathered a crowd around you. I explained everything and why I gave them these toys and that they should love them, because I have time for it - I need to love people and help people.

In the end you realize that we're just toys, easy to break but hard to fix.

Nearby there was a sign of the huge toy store. Don't hesitate, I pulled into the Parking lot, parked and entered the store. I looked around, and the range does not inspire me with enthusiasm: the endless rows of toys dedicated to violence like I got to shop intended for the children of the old Dexter. Here were swords, knives, lightsaber, machine guns, bombs, pistols and rifles shooting plastic balls and paint balls, missiles that can blow up your friend or his city, row on row training simulators for lethal thrills. No wonder our world is full of anger and violence, no wonder the world is such as I was. Times we tell children that the killing is fun, is it any wonder to those who learn?