boy curled up in a corner and cried. Then the fairy godmother flew in through the window and promised to fulfill one wish. The boy smiled and wished that he had ten rubles to buy chewing gum. Then the fairy flew away, and the stupid boy was left with ten rubles.
Golden eels, too, were alive in some way. They sailed from Eldorado and settled the Atlantic Ocean. The eels enjoyed photographing landscapes, setting off fireworks, playing hide-and-seek with dolphins, and eating lost people on boats. He, as expected, loved the fishermen very much, he hunted them. He jumped into the net, and when they pulled out, rejoicing at the catch for dinner, the eel shot lightning at them, made barbecue, and sprinkled with ketchup, ate right on board the boat. He invited octopuses, squids, piranhas, sharks and plankton to the feast. SpongeBob was not invited that day, but all because he worked hard today. He washed nuclear submarines and cleaned toilets. If the eel didn’t know the square, it would never recognize black Bob. Plankton was always trying to find out the secret of cooking such a tasty person, and what is included in the dish, and why it is so tasty. The eel smiled twisted his finger at his mouth, licked his nails and said that this was a secret of the company and it was protected by copyright. Only Zeus looked at it and sighed, licking his thin, dry lips. He loved barbecue, but he did not have a passport, so he had no right to go down to earth. On Olympus, no one fried it, including shish kebab. Hercules liked to eat dietary supplements and proteins. Athena ate bananas and coconut milk. Aphrodite fed on the blood of virgins. Hermes ate iron. Ares preferred wet ground. Poseidon bathed in the fountain and ate fish. Only Apollo was unlucky the most, he liked to eat the sun. And Hephaestus, the son of Zeus, sucked the flame all the time. They were not up to that, not up to human comforts and up to the cannibal eel. He loved barbecue, but he did not have a passport, so he had no right to go down to earth. On Olympus, no one fried it, including shish kebab. Hercules liked to eat dietary supplements and proteins. Athena ate bananas and coconut milk. Aphrodite fed on the blood of virgins. Hermes ate iron. Ares preferred wet ground. Poseidon bathed in the fountain and ate fish. Only Apollo was unlucky the most, he liked to eat the sun. And Hephaestus, the son of Zeus, sucked the flame all the time. They were not up to that, not up to human comforts and up to the cannibal eel. He loved barbecue, but he did not have a passport, so he had no right to go down to earth. On Olympus, no one fried it, including shish kebab. Hercules liked to eat dietary supplements and proteins. Athena ate bananas and coconut milk. Aphrodite fed on the blood of virgins. Hermes ate iron. Ares preferred wet ground. Poseidon bathed in the fountain and ate fish. Only Apollo was unlucky the most, he liked to eat the sun. And Hephaestus, the son of Zeus, sucked the flame all the time. They were not up to that, not up to human comforts and up to the cannibal eel. bathed in the fountain and ate fish. Only Apollo was unlucky the most, he liked to eat the sun. And Hephaestus, the son of Zeus, sucked the flame all the time. They were not up to that, not up to human comforts and up to the cannibal eel. bathed in the fountain and ate fish. Only Apollo was unlucky the most, he liked to eat the sun. And Hephaestus, the son of Zeus, sucked the flame all the time. They were not up to that, not up to human comforts and up to the cannibal eel.
Canned goods migrate to the island of Fiji. They have brains. The ocean brings them to the Nandi dock. Residents go out to the beach at dawn and collect them in baskets. The bodies of small people lie in the hut. They are placed in the head, closed. Children are alive. They downloaded the memory that the inhabitants of this island are their friends, they know their names, where they live and work. The residents also acted like they were their children, they knew them, they pretended and played their parts. When children became old, their brains decreased with age, at the end, after death, young people, those who had just arrived on the island, but they already had what they needed to do, they took out their brains – they folded them into a bag, put them in canned food and sent back across the ocean. At the end of the year, canned food returned with new memories. The dead bodies of the old people grew younger and became children again. Brains were placed in the same bodies into dead bodies. They lived the same life round and round. They took it out. They revived. Younger. They were dying. Stupid. But each time they had new memories. Brains, however, were also intended for those suffering from schizophrenia, Alzheimer’s, psychosis – separate tin cans with a green marker. In this city, people washed the air with a mop. When they chatted with them, floors, walls and roofs grew and materialized in the place where they swept the mop. In the forest, eagle owls, owls and hawks fought in enclosures, danced the waltz and tango. The orc referee ate a rock hamburger and in forty years never stopped a fight. psychosis – separate cans with a green marker. In this city, people washed the air with a mop. When they chatted with them, floors, walls and roofs grew and materialized in the place where they swept the mop. In the forest, eagle owls, owls and hawks fought in enclosures, danced the waltz and tango. The orc referee ate a rock hamburger and in forty years never stopped a fight. psychosis – separate cans with a green marker. In this city, people washed the air with a mop. When they chatted with them, floors, walls and roofs grew and materialized in the place where they swept the mop. In the forest, eagle owls, owls and hawks fought in enclosures, danced the waltz and tango. The orc referee ate a rock hamburger and in forty years never stopped a fight.
Having crossed and climbed the tower on the neighboring island, across the ocean, you can see a walrus from the fire. He works at the lighthouse. Shows the way for ships so that they do not crash on rocks and corals. A toad was sitting nearby, which in the morning swallowed a walrus to sleep. During the day, the toad cleaned the room, mopped the floor, dusted and cooked.
The legs of chairs and tables lived on the third island. Sick and thrown out by the gods. Garbage. They jumped around the island, and loved to swim on the water, compete in speed. Some of them were surfing, some were snowboarding. Among them lived white, black, red and green legs. Yellow legs were considered to be jaundiced. The red ones were owned by a demon, a former worker of hell. Blacks tan very often. Whites worked on farms and dug holes for vegetables. The bandits were crushed into dust, into sawdust and sprinkled on the ground like fertilizer. At noon, a round board fell from the sky. All legs gathered around him. The board rolled up the mountain, where no one could jump, and proclaimed itself a god. The legs have been wearing it on their heads ever since. So they got a table. People who come to the island often like to eat on it. The legs stood straight in a row and did not move even once. A snowboard was used instead of a chair. The man became the god of the god. And the legs understood that everyone has their own god, even a person, and the god of a person.
Hats lived on the fourth island, lost in time. They burned with ice, and extinguished themselves with poems. If they stopped reading poems, they melted and died. Because the island was a real buzz. Vote. Hats often hurt. Of course, their people did not hear, neither birds nor fish. But as soon as you put them on your head, the poem echoed into your mind. The man went crazy, and his head froze. Once, one hat threw itself off a cliff into the ocean and flew to Antarctica, where she did not need to listen to the cries of colleagues and friends, and not melt. He stopped reading poetry, but due to the lack of other skills, at times he began to compose them again. The polar bear snow society saw the hat, decided to hire him, built a head that spoke the hat’s thoughts through speakers, and he became Antarctica’s highest paid comedian and poet, working for praise.
If you paragliding from this place, and take refuge in the library of Maximianopolis in Egypt, you can see wonders that are not found in other countries. Especially in the library of magic and sorcery. Every year people die here just because they choose the wrong books and wrong authors to read. Opening a book about the collapse of Rome, Romans with spears, swords and arrows run out of the book, tentacles the size of an airplane break out of Howard Lovecraft’s Cthulhu book, and when opening literature on ghosts, Bloody Mary rips her eyes out through the reflection. Here you can burn, drown, be killed and buried alive. Maugham, when he got here lost his arm, because he studied the alligators of the prehistoric world. Ernest Hemingway burned his eyes when he saw an angel, and Dostoevsky, being here, contained a thousand souls that helped him write books. Everyone has different situations. But without a doubt, miracles
