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Whazzat?

And in English...

While mixing the salad, I heard the telephone ringing. I dropped the salad bowl and ran quickly to the living room, where I found it was only the TV and the phone wasn't really ringing. I swore a little and went back to the kitchen, where I found an elephant eating my salad. I scolded him and asked him politely to leave my apartment. He refused and continued to eat my salad and step on my kitchen chairs.

I was drowning! I was drowning in a sea of orange. Then someone hit me on the back and I was able to finish my breakfast in peace.

The guy across from her rubbed his moustache distractedly. She watched him without him noticing.
"Can I borrow your pencil?" she asked him.
"I didn't kill her..." he murmured.

The dogs met in the park.
"Tonight, the humans will begin to suffer the injustice and oppression that we have endured for years...

I looked the tiger right in the eyes.
"What is a tiger doing in Africa?" I asked.
"Mind your own business," the tiger replied, montypythonly.

"I don't much like these brussels sprouts," he said, hitting me on the head.
"I'm sorry," I cried, "but you knew from the beginning that I had never had any training as a chef."
He punched me in my nose, which made a "honk".
"You'll never be a chef," he replied, "You'll never be anything but a damned clown."
I left his home that day and began my journey in the world of unemployment on big, floppy foot.

My best friend was window shopping but I was licking the windows.
"Geez, you're strange," she reproached me.
"You say that because you never thought of it."
"You're right, you know," she agreed, approaching the window with her tongue.

srah - Wednesday, 24 April 2002 - 4:58 PM
Tags: stories, translation

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