Saturday, July 9, 2011
I was walking down the longily long road that did not turn left as it was turning right. And up came the fightorators, carrying bullet-shooters under their arms, looking for the robbery-doer on the run.
I stopped one of them, to ask, "Sir, where do you go? To the river, to the park, or to the tavern on the road?"
"Kid,",he answered, "We go neither to the river, nor to the park, nor to the tavern on the road. We hunt for the robbery-doer, a man with a large nose, and with blue timpy boots, a hat on the head and a gold chain around the neck. He hides in the forested jungle, says so our source."
"So you go there", said I, "to capture him and take back the chain. But what if he is armed, in similar fashion like you, with a bullet-shooter under his arm?"
"Nay, we know, he carries no arms. We took his swiglly sword and his ficklye bow, and now we shall the gold chain too. So move on kid, we need to go."
And so he left, with other fightorators, and I came back home, I did not know whether I should have told them, that I had seen a man with a large nose, and with blue timpy boots, a hat on the head and a gold chain around the neck, just crossing the river in a floaty-boat!