Two athletic men tried to wrestle a paving stone from each
other, I tried to take the stone away from them thought it may
be used as weapon, I was as inept, peace negotiator usually are.
They fought about a sweet, blind girl she had a pony in her flat,
as her friend, but neighbours' complained about the smell and
hay blowing around in hallways. The blind girl appeared, after
eye surgery, she could see again told the fighting men they could
keep the pony or make into salami. The men dropped the stone
shocked by the girl´s callousness, now that she could see she was
more interested in boys than in an incontinent animal. The pony
was given to the local golf club and trained to find lost balls.
oskar hansen
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