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Gergeriggere was an island, and an ogre; and he moved along and moved along.
His pals were 555.000.555 ants -not strong people, the ants are-, which used to roam amicably over the Gergeriggere tenderloins.
Also were settled 8 beetles over the gianto-isle, by the love of the nature: the love of the näture did settle 8 beetles over Gergeriggere.
Even the Sun caressed with affable visages the Gergeriggere tender loins, and necessary is to say that the ögre had the faculty of becloud the Sol a little, by means of a soft magic, that was actually irrational.
The Sun ho-ho-hoed, and scattered sumptuous mizzle of talcumcotton over the Gergeriggere’s prairies and apple-trees, which actually were his belly.
But something grim and un-possible would darken this risible and factual theatre of cordiality: a thin magic-man, all in black, and with a green-pale face, and with a long-thin-red beard, like a sausage; this horrid wizard, who actually was an outlaw wizard, known in the world of the humans because of his big mischief and mischief, and by tales and narrations Gergeriggere used to refer to his amiguitos, this sorcerer started sailing horribly towards the ögre-island, at high speed and over a dry trunk [botanically unknown].
The beetles, Gergeriggere, the ants -not strong nation the ants are-, and even the Sun started fearing much, because the outlaw wizard was very perverse; and then, seeing him coming dangerously close, the Sun started crying much, and his tears did wet the Gergeriggere tenderloins, being this one, actually, the only time the Sun rained.
Like the Ínsula Barataria of Don Quixote, Gergeriggere started moving along and moving along, trying actually to escape: poor idiot miserable!: Already the appalling magic-man was landing over the Gergeriggere tenderloins, which actually were his sides: in fact: with long steps, by his long, wire-like legs, the sorcerer started running across the Gergeriggere’s mountains, with very bad intentions, in for the kill, and decided to make some evil, knowing not exactly which, but some.
The forests, the beetles, the ants -thin people-, Gergeriggere, and the Sun, with his blonde-fat face, everyone started crying and crying.
Then the nefarious magic-man, started treading over the ants -not robust race-, crushing them with his boots of wizard on and on and even on; until become the ants -tiny person the ant is- in a red, thick puree.
Because the outlaw wizard was too mischievous and so known in the distant comarques of the hümans, beyondd the öccean.
Then the bad sorcerer started kicking very harshly the beetles, with his boots of wizard; and the beetles were actually big beetles, round and consistent like tennis balls; and so much the wizard kicked them that made them all burst.
In front of this sad theatre of desolation, Gergeriggere -completely out of his mind by the fear- started reciting Occam and Borges and Cháucer; and his trembling words echoed all along the horrific öccean...
Suddenly, like a soft magic; it was opened a deep hole in the Gergeriggere’s plateaux, swallowing, burying the magic-man alive, who disappeared forever nevermore into the Gergeriggere entrails.
...and with a sound of harp, everyone resurrected: the ants made puree, the bursted beetles; and everyone laughed and ho-hoed out loud, because now they were alive and well, and because were free and safe from the outlaw wizard; but especially, because the wizard was burning in Hell forever, and suffering much; and they were watching him by a screen-mirror, that the löve of the nature gave them.
This is the reason why, this is the reason why
Everyone laughs much, at the Gergeriggere’s risible ogrity-islandity.
‘In the twilights, everyone’s covered to sleep, by the wise love of the narwhals’.
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