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Time passed. Oscar opened his shop at the fair and started selling goods and deeds to the right and left. He always had a line of customers and business was going well. He only sold goods and deeds from the factory in the cave, and goods from Sunny Street were rarely taken. Everyone wanted more bricks for their deeds and actions. Soon, he had finished building his huge life house, made the walls many times thicker, and fortunately, now he had plenty of bricks. In this, the old man turned out to be right, and Oscar was happy about it. He often invited guests and had fun in his big life house, not forgetting about Mickey.

Time passed again, and here came another hurricane, rain pouring, and lightning flashing. Mickey sat and drank tea by the fireplace when his frozen and wet friend Oscar flew to him again.

– That damned rain again! I can't be at home, there's such a howling and creaking like it's coming from hell! Half of the walls fell off from the rain! Well, never mind, now I'll rest and tomorrow I'll get back to work! My house will be even bigger and stronger! – and after resting until morning, warming up and gaining strength, Oscar flew back to build his life house again.

Time passed, and after every rain, Mickey would warm up and give his friend Oscar tea with jam. And once Oscar regained his strength, he would rush back to his shop to rebuild his home with the bricks that Mickey had given him. When the weather was dry, Oscar would host parties and gatherings in his big home, inviting friends and acquaintances to show off his grand house. But time flew by, and soon a strong hurricane and heavy rain swept through, leaving nothing of Oscar's home. Only a few old bricks remained, gifts from Mickey, and some bricks from the distant past.

As usual after such events, Oscar sat wet and angry in Mickey's little house, warming himself by the fireplace and crying, not knowing what to do, cursing the hurricane, rain, and everyone and everything around him.

– I'm tired, I can't do it anymore… I want more and more, but I have less and less. I'm alone in my crumbling castle, and no one wants to be with me in the cold and damp. And now I don't even have my home! Grandpa promised that the house would be strong and warm! What am I doing wrong? – said Oscar with indignation and surprise.

– But Grandpa warned us and wanted to tell us a lot, and you didn't listen and didn't go to him, – Mickey objected.

– What will he tell us? He's a thousand years old already! All his knowledge is outdated! Or do we not know everything about this life?! – Oscar asked sarcastically, – and how can I fly to him now? I'm ashamed that I didn't listen to him!

– Okay, don't worry, grandpa is always happy to see us. Let's fly to him tomorrow, – Mickey suggested, – he said he's waiting for us and has something to tell us and teach us. Everything will be fine, Oscar.

– What's fine about it? Everything's bad! – Oscar cried, grumbling about the rain a little more before falling asleep quietly by the warm fireplace.