Horse and Shisha. A very sad story about the sad fate of farm animals

Warning

Reading this story allowed only to persons with steady mentality. 

 Horse clenched her strong yellow teeth, the mouthpiece of the hookah and took a deep breath.
Holding his breath released a stream of smoke that immediately formed into a perfectly round purple ball, and slowly floated towards the open window.

From under the sofa groaning and unintelligible cursing, got out a fat Sultan and seven concubines, and quickly went to the refrigerator.

From the street came the sounds of the accordion, the giggles of the girls and songs guys. It is celebrated Friday hardworking.

- Nicotine, someday he'll kill me - he thought the horse, and covering his face with a hoof plaintively sobbed..

The end.