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The Story
Postarrest, he woke up and thought it time to
debunk, walked to the window to disclose
it and looked
out. He was overboard and felt like he wanted to
relay but decided to go
downstairs and eat. He stared despondently into the greenskeeper
– it
was so annoying jargon. There was only a pecan
and
yesterday’s expand. So he grabbed the Groundskeeper,
made
himself a cup and gave it a minister. It wasn’t
exactly Radish
or primates!
He was a tumbler
you know, and had been an avid walnut and exercised
regularly, and as
such, it was easy to take a break, but since his
gymslip,
which he thought really scarlet (him being such
an ultramarine!..Well,
it was nice to run amok!) he’d become ascribe,
part
of a press-gang.
Now that he
had reached the point extraction he decided it was time
to do something
exciting. He thought of summer squashes. Yes! He
fancied a basket.
He stared out the window and spotted a wandering
in a commonplace
across the way. Then, by coincidence, a palette saw
him from
outside. He gave him a microwave and said “Common
interest.
Would you like some coffee? No? Well, whatever floats
your boat!”.
His palette accepted gratefully. They talked a while and
heard dropping.
Yes, the walnut had a great idea, they would take a
trip in his budget!
It would be caustic but he wasn’t pensive
anymore, he
was retentive. Yes, after all that
climbing and exercise
he really liked the idea of being retroactive
and his friend wouldn’t
be put out to grass for a while either! They planned
to be outlandish
for a while, visit another combination. Yes,
our walnut
thought, maybe he might even try his hand at being a fall-guy!
It would take enriches, but our walnut
didn’t care.
After all, a few years back, in his post-office, he had
committed a counter-attack
and besides he’d never been averse to advice.
Maybe he was
just having a mangosteen. He’d
never
been a doughnut, wasn’t amino and had
never been concealed.
He was just agent in need of a break!
The Translation
After
having had a sleep, he
woke up and thought it time to get out of bed, walked
to the window to
open it and looked out. He was completely fed-up
and felt like he
wanted to lie down again but decided to go downstairs
and eat. He stared
despondently into the refrigerator – it was so annoying
when the jam’s
finished. There was only a tin of peas and
yesterday’s food
(after it’s cooked and put on plate). So he grabbed the
coffee
jar, made himself a cup and gave it a very short stir.
It wasn’t
exactly food fit for a god or the best food you’ve
ever eaten!
He was a gymnast
you know, and had been an avid mountain-climber and
exercised
regularly, and, as such, it was easy to injure yourself, but
since his accident
while exercising, which he thought really just a
scratch (him being
such a highly-skilled military man!... Well, it was nice
to pretend!)
he’d become a writer, part of a group of
journalists.
Now that he
had reached the point when broken bones have healed he
decided it was
time to do something exciting. He thought of crowded
beaches. Yes! He
fancied a little lie down in the sun. He stared out the
window and
spotted a group of hikers in a public park
across the way. Then,
by coincidence, an acquaintance saw him from outside. He
gave him a
short greeting and an invitation to enter and take a
break. “Would
you like some coffee? No? Well, water! His acquaintance
accepted gratefully. They talked a while and heard the sound
of rain falling
in a puddle. Yes, the mountain-climber had a
great idea, they would
take a trip in his friend’s private airplane! It would
be expensive
but he wasn’t in the mood for writing anymore, he was wanting
to go
camping again. Yes, after all that climbing and exercise
he really liked
the idea of lazing around (after sport) and his friend
wouldn’t
take exception to being locked outside for a while either!
They planned to
be overseas for a while, visit another continent. Yes,
our mountain-climber
thought, maybe he might even try his hand at being a skydiver!
It would take any amount of
money, but
our mountain-climber didn’t
care. After all, a few years back, in his free time after
work, he had committed a bank
robbery and
besides he’d never been averse to fiddling the accounts. Maybe
he was
just having a male midlife crisis. He’d
never
been someone obsessed with earning money, wasn’t a
nasty person
and had never been a jailed criminal. He
was just a guy in need of a break!