"Dady, what is this?" A small spoiled voice sounded soft, making anyone who heard it want to turn to the origin of the sound. Whoever turned to the owner of that voice, his eyes would focus on a chubby-faced figure with gray irises.
"That's a pony, the kind of horse that's less than two meters tall. it's about as high as my waist!" replied the father who was holding the little girl. Now they were sitting under a tree on the edge of the cliff, they were waiting for the sun to set.
"Oooo" the little girl's mouth rounded as she nodded in understanding.
In the midst of their jokes came a voice from behind them. In the midst of their jokes came a voice from behind them. A beautiful woman who is the wife of a man who has a little girl on his lap, she is also the mother of that little girl. The woman gave instructions.
"Honey, let's bring dad here and help mommy prepare the food!".
