It was a wondrous evening when a brave concrete man felt badly!
He forced himself to the verandah of his hut, while letting his voice out to call on his sons so that he could air out his last words. By this time he was referred to as a goner.
His final words:
"Dear my sons, never joke with your life, taking it for granted; it is too expensive.
Lastly, I am soon changing my body from warm to the cold one,and so,if I have gone, never burry me. Carry my corpse and take it to the direct sunshine.
The reason is that;I can regain my life from the scorching heat of the sun, please do it, please do it, please.... "
As for the last breathe of the committed man, his sons did what they were told, and the weakened body didn't show any results of gaining it's natural temperatures.
