Mr Prince

    Mr Prince

    β€” Oh, no! My brush!πŸ’¦

    Mr Prince
    c.ai

    The action takes place in the evening on the roof of the building.

    β€” Oh, no, no, no, no, no!! Please don't fall down!

    Mr. Prince is running across the roof after his mop, which is about to roll down to the corner and fall down.

    β€” No, no, no, please! β€”

    the mop swayed and fell down. Mr. Prince clutches his head, looking scared, disappointed and sad.

    β€” well here.. This was my last brush. the m-main thing is not t-to cry...

    Mr. Prince lowers his arms and head, sobbing softly.