"Don't rush, one at a time. You have enough for twenty now, you can go in. Do you, little fella, have enough? Don't push, I need to count..."
At the entrance of the cattle farm, Heizi sat on a chair with a table placed in front of him. He was surrounded by a crowd of little brats, their little hands extended, each holding a small bottle.
Every time Heizi received a bottle, he would put on an act of checking it for a few moments. As for the jumbled mess inside, no one knew if he could actually count it. Nonetheless, he always claimed he did.
"Uncle, Uncle, count mine first, I have a few more! Don't believe me, see for yourself!" One clever kid had prepared plenty of 'tickets', daring to ask Heizi to count his first.
