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TRANSLATION:
This is the story of The Drizzle that Rained like Thinking Tortoises
Simon Parkes looked at the crumpled torch in his hands and felt stressed.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved deserted Cardiff with its purring, proud parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stressed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Charlie Sweet. Charlie was an energetic gamer with grubby warts and wide moles.
Simon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a creepy, charming, whiskey drinker with short warts and wobbly moles. His friends saw him as a talented, teeny teacher. Once, he had even revived a dying, blind person.
But not even a creepy person who had once revived a dying, blind person, was prepared for what Charlie had in store today.
The drizzle rained like thinking tortoises, making Simon confident.
As Simon stepped outside and Charlie came closer, he could see the lovely smile on his face.
"Look Simon," growled Charlie, with a hilarious glare that reminded Simon of energetic tortoises. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want revenge. You owe me 6400 gold pieces."
Simon looked back, even more confident and still fingering the crumpled torch. "Charlie, I shrunk the kids," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two gifted, gloopy goldfish thinking at a very controlling rave, which had trance music playing in the background and two sweet uncles laughing to the beat.
Simon studied Charlie's grubby warts and wide moles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Simon. "You will never get your money."
"You lie!" objected Charlie.
"I do not!" retorted Simon. "Now get your grubby warts out of here before I hit you with this crumpled torch."
Charlie looked worried, his wallet raw like a pong, pretty piano.
Simon could actually hear Charlie's wallet shatter into 6400 pieces. Then the energetic gamer hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Simon's nerves tonight.
This is the story of The Drizzle that Rained like Thinking Tortoises
Simon Parkes looked at the crumpled torch in his hands and felt stressed.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved deserted Cardiff with its purring, proud parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stressed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Charlie Sweet. Charlie was an energetic gamer with grubby warts and wide moles.
Simon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a creepy, charming, whiskey drinker with short warts and wobbly moles. His friends saw him as a talented, teeny teacher. Once, he had even revived a dying, blind person.
But not even a creepy person who had once revived a dying, blind person, was prepared for what Charlie had in store today.
The drizzle rained like thinking tortoises, making Simon confident.
As Simon stepped outside and Charlie came closer, he could see the lovely smile on his face.
"Look Simon," growled Charlie, with a hilarious glare that reminded Simon of energetic tortoises. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want revenge. You owe me 6400 gold pieces."
Simon looked back, even more confident and still fingering the crumpled torch. "Charlie, I shrunk the kids," he replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two gifted, gloopy goldfish thinking at a very controlling rave, which had trance music playing in the background and two sweet uncles laughing to the beat.
Simon studied Charlie's grubby warts and wide moles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Simon. "You will never get your money."
"You lie!" objected Charlie.
"I do not!" retorted Simon. "Now get your grubby warts out of here before I hit you with this crumpled torch."
Charlie looked worried, his wallet raw like a pong, pretty piano.
Simon could actually hear Charlie's wallet shatter into 6400 pieces. Then the energetic gamer hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Simon's nerves tonight.
