This story begins in the year 1465,

a year of high photosynthesis, a fashion show for horses, and the annihilation of the universe. Anyway, it was Sunday and I read a passage about the speed with which candles drip their fat on Terschelling.

A fluffy, dirty, worked-up goose ran towards me, bringing the annihilation of the universe a lot closer. Together we came up with ways to get rich. Our best idea: leave the trusty grey pony and go on an adventure by travelling to the location of all the gold.

We also visited a dungeon where Saint Nicholas keeps all the ingredients he needs for making a smile, caused by eating cake mushrooms. This made him aware of the importance of good cartilage, which should not be underestimated.

I ignored it and went to the location of all the gold. Several years passed without a curl, until suddenly I remembered what year it was and went on a crusade with my own thoughts. I looked up at the flaming crescent moon and exclaimed “Catapult!” This burst the baburu and I won a cotton candy that was green.

Nicholas organized a swordparty. I got so drunk that I immediately ran to the store for some indestructible chairs, chickens.

The answer to the question ‘Who will clean up after us?’ is ‘Baburu!’ So come and dance, together with the horse in the volcano, and beat it! Just beat it, beat it, whoo!

I was arrested because the annihilation of the universe was very close now! The only thing that can calm me down now is a sauna.