Dad is looking for a job. Filippenko V.

My dad worked as a driver, and then the company was closed. It was then that adventures began to happen to him: day after day he read newspapers with ads, composed ice cream, a cloud cut, commanded balloons, even managed to work as the king-he almost flew to Africa... but at a heart and dad, papa. Both mom and I understood: this is not all for him, the vocation of dad is another.

“Mom was categorically against the idea of ​​dad to work as an artist. He did not manage to draw people at all. One of my mother’s portraits even had to be thrown away, so she was upset when she saw a drawing. I voted for work as a translator from the dog. If dad had taken to this position, a dog could finally appear at our house! I would walk with her in the morning, and dad would in the evenings. We would also go to the park together, dressed up a dog for the New Year with a deer and taught her to ride a sled... But no one listened to me! And dad was already dialing the number specified in the announcement of the search for the inner toad ”