There are children who can't sleep.
There was a child who couldn't sleep, Dr. Mango. It was strange that since her eyes were opened, she would sound better than anyone. She often called Father Thong. When she saw his face, he tried to crawl out of the cage. When he was carrying, he was quiet.
Father Thong is a little sick. Addicted to a cold alive and not cured once. Let me rest and hurry back. The cat gang in the house is comfortable.




































































































