Ilmatyynyalukseni on täynnä ankeriaita.

Ilmatyynyalukseni on täynnä ankeriaita.

"What?" I said with one eyebrow higher than the other. "What does 'Ilmatyynyalukseni' mean?" I asked myself out loud. "God knows" I backed away from the notice board and saw

. But there was a space where I'd parked my space ship. It'd been towed away by the local council for obstructing the pavement & I had to pay 8k Snularian zloty to free it from the

space ship parking garage. I had to come up with the 8k Snularian zloty fast because once the two moons set, it would have been another 35.3 hours and I'd have to pay more.

Then I remembered I had a 10k Snularian zloty note in my anti gravity boot from the dance contest I'd won on Uranus. But my boots were stuck

In the frozen molasses that covered the whole downtown area. The Great Molasses Flood was the first since 1919. Deliveries to grocery stores were made by UFO which landed on roofs.

"Thank you dearie, did you remember my peanut butter?" The alien handed Grace her groceries and teleported. Grace sat on her roof and wondered when the molasses would receed.

It had come before itself in order to warn itself to never ever trust itself about itself, around itself and too often against itself. That itself was a case of itself as itself.

Itself woul never be itself again, thus it ceased to be itself. Itself was now yourself and yourself was happy. Yourself had to do this journey. Yourself should gratulate yourself.