Gyveno kartą Zygimantas. Jis buvo uteniškis

Gyveno kartą Zygimantas. Jis buvo uteniškis iš Ukmergės, bet po to atsirado Vilniuje. Keistas buvo Zygimanto gyvenimas. Norėjo mokytis, bet negalėjo

skog plfėotwijv. Jo'qu masa-masa pfilu buvo uteniškis aira flip. Stente went blent and meant skoging fluprialy avant blibking minorcrasly a flump. Semply demp which man cozza bin.

Butta phaise! Eachong lurfling burblusly freonisch. Stente dorped quangish yuntuppl. Singmuro bunged mafØkt op beegthyme. Skog?

"This is the last time we're traveling to Scandinavia," I told my wife. "These traffic signs take an hour to read!" She flipped frantically through the Finnish-English dictionary,

A lorry pulled up and the passenger rolled down his window. It was The Kraken! And in a voice rather reminiscent of Maximilian Schell, he asked where we would like to go. My wife

or see the harpoon launcher poking out of my backpack. "Get in," said the kraken behind the wheel. We packed into the front seat of the fish-smelling truck, headed for the next

Beach and fed the seagulls our pepperoni pizza. They happily ate it and fought over the crumbs. Mr. and Mrs. Seagull squawked on the barn roof. You knew they were happy. The little

bastards stayed up on the roof and passed wind and pooped all over it...so, I had no other choice: I retrieved an assault rifle and went up to the roof to kill Mr. and Mrs. Seagull

Jonathon Livingston Seagull saw the woman with the assault rifle coming up the stairs before she even emerged. He recognized the moments he had written about in the 70s were NOW.