Vincent woke up not knowing about the
insect intruder. Then he had a delicious breakfast containing, surprisingly,
potatoes.
“I wish my mother could cook, my whole life
I eat only potatoes – potatoes for breakfast, potatoes for lunch, potatoes for
dinner, potato birthday cake, potato Christmas sweets. I hate these stupid
potatoes! I promise this potato is my last!”
And Vincent threw away all his potatoes.
“Oh, I am so hungry. I wish I hadn’t thrown my potatoes away. I
would give my soul for something to eat.”
When Vincent said his wish, something
strange happened – the sky turned dark, birds stopped singing and a breeze wind
started to blow.
“At your service, young man,” said a man
who suddenly appeared.
“W-w-who are you? A-a-are you Satan?” Vincent
nervously asked.
“I would call myself a new friend of yours.
Please, call me Leonard.”
“Ok, Leonard, and what do you want?”
“What do I want? Please Vincent, I want
almost nothing from you, I am here just for you.”
“How do you know my name? Can you read my
mind or something?”
“You have it written on your sack, Vincent.”
“Oh”
“I see you are hungry Vincent, do you want
something to eat?”
“It would be nice of you, Leonard.”
“I will be more than happy to share my food
with you Vincent, just one banality, fill this short form for me, please.”
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“What the hell is this, Leonard!?”
“Oh, sorry Vincent, this one is wrong, here’s
yours.”
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„Thank you Vincent and now we can have dinner! Behold, my own recipe – potato
pancakes!“
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