Boo! Don't touch! Paws off! Crinum Latifolium is poisonous and has already been watered and fed. For everything else please use the toilet or the bin!
Boo! Don't touch! Paws off! Crinum Latifolium is poisonous and has already been watered and fed. For everything else please use the toilet or the bin!
| THE MAN WHO HAS NO FIELD AT ALL AND CAN DO PLENTY GREAT THINGS |
Instead the bleating mountain torture observed Us with its permanent spiteful grin, but in the least didn't think of showing the beginnings of changing its inappropriate behaviour, behaving properly and letting Us, the pride of creation, go first. A impromptu lecture on game law didn't take remedial measures, but only caused the stubborn incline obstacle to nod its head. But cunning as We even were these days We knew to get by with a trick and with a serious expression and a loud "Baa!" to expel the benthorned shaggygoat from the incline. This call it considered to be an order of its direct superior and got away uphill. After this victory over this mountain hobgoblin We continued Our ascend to the Sleeping Wich.
In these days the world laid down in heavy sorrow as paralyzed: The sun only shined in the daytime, clouds couldn't keep their water, rivers it run away, trees lost their leaves in autumn, plants grew without any approval on foreign ground and withered, songbirds twittered instead of singing, women wanted men, men were looking for women and guzzled coffee, beer and liquor by the liter, women tea, juice and water, women knitted, embroidered, cleaned, washed, ironed, cooked, baked and loved men, men angled fish, chopped wood, held, drove and repaired motor vehicles with combustion engine and payed women, women reprimanded men, smokers gasped for breath and coughed constantly, children had to swallow spinach and to grow and were taught things, that they hadn't understood before and which they forgot after physical education, if they survived it, girls played with disfigured plastic dolls, boys too, men and women in the cities had to dwell in dwellings and in the countryside had to house in houses, farmers had to saw seed and to spill excrements and urine over the field, before they could harvest, butchers had to look into the eyes of the pig, before they shot, slaughtered and hacked it to pieces, state, land and people always needed money, human beings were born free to fight and to live for their liberation.
Then an awkward band of robbers was widening fear and fright, who labeled themselves as a part of a red army, because they weren't able to unite a complete red army behind them. On every shop door, on every shop window, on every advertising pillar and on every wall notices with lots of photographs of 40 grim, untidy and unshaved rascals and gun women were resplendent.
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