Mustache boy
It was cold last night. Father Thong was sleeping. There was nothing nonstop beside him. When he opened his eyes, he found a mustache child with his eyes. He was wearing a blanket and asked to sleep. Father Thong had a hug until morning with another cat in his bed (and the lobster was lying with lemons).
The mustache child lacks warmth. The day is sleepy, he asks to sleep with his friends, which no one hates because the mustache child is nice and has a cat relationship.










































































