─You're going to break it! ─ said the father. But it was too late, the cart gave way under the child's weight, falling apart in pieces. They had just bought it for him and since they had not given it to him to last, the little boy took it without permission, after all, it was his. Dad got angry and so as not to hit him, he got into his car and accelerated his thoughts with the idea that he had wasted the money buying the cart, that such a bad toy should not have existed, that he would never buy another one like it, and went on saying things about the cart without the slightest qualm. He accelerated again, but to his vehicle and it crashed into a wall, blown to pieces.
     The coroner said that he had died from the impact, that his engine had not withstood the death of his son, that both the father's cart and the son's cart would roll together final journey.