A lonely rooster was walking across the desert. It was a
long walk under very harsh conditions. But the proud cock was, in his own
judgment, no fool. He had a purpose and a destination in mind. So, he kept
marching…
(Here my story is interrupted by a lady from Berlin that, in
a very down-to-earth manner, adds that… then the poor fellow collapses and dies
of thirst and exhaustion!).
What a finale!
In the world of this lady there is no room for out-of-the-box
imagination.
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