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[HERON-SPLAY]
the fairy tale begins. Once upon a time there lived an old man as usual, and
Of course he had an old woman. slightly frigid. but
she yelled at her grandfather every day and sometimes (very often)
she hit him with a poker in all sorts of different places. well
It just made her soul feel better.
in short, a happy family.
but my grandfather didn’t like it, although no one knew about it.
just at work after another execution, the guys
they asked him where he got such wonderful
bruises. Of course the old man found excuses, well, he fell there, like
from the roof, or the roof fell on him (this excuse
worked worse, because the men weren’t exactly suckers), but not
He could always lie and dodge.
one Thursday he walked into the forest. for mushrooms.and
found not mushrooms, but an anti-tank mine. arrived
on her and here we go, the end of the fairy tale. and who will gather the grandfather -
Well done!
won't it work like that? ok, then let him find a mine
a nest. on a sixty-meter pine tree. I'm exhausted!
Grandfather became interested in what was in it. in short, he climbed.
I almost climbed up and fell. crashed.
also not interesting somehow. Well, in short, I climbed normally and
looked into the nest. and there is a note.
"In general, if you are reading this, it means I flew away on business.
I'll be back soon and I'll kill you. take heart."
heron.
my grandfather was so surprised by this “fly” that he didn’t even notice how
the bird flew in, grabbed his head with its claws and began
drill a small hole in it. but the hole
for some reason notit was fucked up. probably my grandfather had a very
hard skull.
when the heron was finally tired, she spoke
(in a human voice, of course):
-hey, what did you want? (simple one)
grandfather said that he was just wondering what was in the nest, yes
and he just liked the height. they and the grandfather chatted
He told me about his grief. the heron is true at this moment o
I thought about something and listened to everything.
the grandfather finished and fell silent, like - help with something. well
the heron thought that he simply had nothing to eat and asked
Grandfather wait a little.
a chicken flew in with some tattered backpack. in general
came downThey fell to the ground and the heron screamed:
-two from the backpack!
then the backpack moved and two people climbed out in turn
big guy. Such healthy chukhans. they dragged it from the bushes
they dug up a table and a tablecloth somewhere and dragged all sorts of things onto it
tasty things (one cookie). they said when is it
Eat it - we’ll bring you more.
but the grandfather persuaded them and they brought a lot of things at once. well
he ate, got drunk and went to sleep there, but his heron
she pushed me and said that sleeping on the ground is harmful - they can
drop the eggs. so the heron hung it on his shoulder
backpack and sent me on my way - the path.
grandfather is so pleased, he walks and sings. and just started
he passed the house of his distant relative, his wife’s sister
like or something like that. wellhe went into the house, everything was there
We were so happy, but didn’t show it - everyone was sad
sit and remain silent.
this woman had three more sisters. so beautiful
stupid. very affordable by the way. Well, grandfather decided to show off,
I threw my backpack on the floor and called my uncles.
well, they got out, silently brought everyone to eat and left
smoke. everyone pounced on the snack, and later (when everything
it was over and the guys packed everything up and put it in their bag)
The cunning woman invited grandfather to wash her in the bathhouse. and three
She also sent her daughters with him so that we could
more interesting. a lot of sensations - a celebration of the body!
and while he was fucking with them there, she pulled the backpack towards him
I put the same one in place for myself, replaced it with wax,
bastard!
later (later) grandfather camehome and wanted to surprise the old woman,
threw the backpack and yelled:
-two from the backpack!!!
and nothing fell out of it, of course... grandma on
looked at him like he was a fool and pushed him out of the house
along with a backpack. he went to the heron, found it and said
It's like the bag doesn't work. the heron realized that
so she gave him another one, almost the same.
he walked home happy, but on the way he wanted
to eat, so he called the men. here they came out of the bag
some unfamiliar dudes began to beat him up with heavy
boots, and one also shouts to his grandfather that it’s not like nada
any suckers should come visit or carry your bag with you
everywhere.
yes, for a long time or for a long time, they got tired of himkick,
smoked and put it in the bag. goats (grandfather thought).
but again on the way he stopped by his wife’s sister, pointedly
I hung my bag in the hallway and walked into the bathhouse. just like home
feels himself. and that goat grabs the bag and shouts:
-.. .. .. .!!!
the rested chukhans got out and tied her up with steel
tpocukom and turned the whole house upside down. We finally found the first one
bag with his colleagues, and this woman was fucked for two hours
twenty-five-centimeter (what a long word) dicks.
in short, grandfather Kada came out of the bathhouse, then it was all over and
the lifeless body lay in the corner.
probably fucked to death. then the grandfather saw the second one
bag and I understood everything. anyway, he made friendssoon with those
dudes, they then built him a house and they became
live together, and their comrades fed them from the first backpack.
six years later, the grandfather died and the men began to live together.
another eleven years later, one of them fell back
(swallowed the nut) the second one started drinking out of grief and a year later
accidentally burned down along with the house (smoked in bed).
the fairy tale ends.
everything is fine.
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