A strong story
“Shall I tell you something, sweetheart? Yesterday afternoon I flew solo around the church and unnoticed I flew higher and higher and before I knew it I even flew above the clouds. Of course, it got a bit fresher at that altitude, but (as bad as I am) I shook that cold off me as if it were nothing. Then I ran into a plane or actually that plane ran into me because I flew right in through the cockpit. In the kitchen I first scared the flight attendant the crap and then my gaze fell on a bottle. It was just a small bottle. Very carefully, I turned the cap off and smelled it. What happened then was truly phenomenal. Suddenly I saw pink elephants everywhere. And they flew! I think I'm psychic. What do you think?”
“I think abnormal.”
“Go away! By the way, I haven't even told you everything.”
“Onee?”
'No! So I flew out of that plane again and shaved a few laps around the world. From space, our Earth is pretty beautiful, by the way. After I had given the moon a kiss, I dive down again (also in space it is quite fresh) and then when I flew over the Atlantic, I saw myself a bit strange. It looked like a parasol boat containing two canaries and a turtle. They seemed to be in battle with three seagulls. Isn't that special?”
“Oh, shut up. You're just gutting out of your neck, man. You didn't even fly yesterday. I think those fanatical yoga classes have finally gone to your head! '
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