Re: Pogodi avanturu
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was blowing, the ravens were croaking, and the snow has covered all the paths leading to the old mansion on the hill. Forest Trees was sitting in his parlour, near the fireplace, quietly sipping his 200 years old bourbon on rocks. "Give me a new adventure!", he would drunkenly shout from time to time. God darn it all!
Here you go, my dear fellow, Mr. Z said to him. No need to make a nincompoop of yourself. But can you guess it? I daresay, you wouldn't have guessed it in a million years! Ha, sir!
What is this? - Mr. Forest shouted. A painting on the wall, resembling The Last Supper? A rokoko furnished hall? Why, this is easy. This is... This is... Err...
Yes...? - Mr. Z worriedly asked.
I haven't got the darnedest idea, Mr. Forest replied, and took another large gulp of his 200 years old bourbon.
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