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2006-03-20 | |
Once upon a time there was a she-goat and her three babies. They lived in a little cottage at the edge of this really scary forest.
Characters? – Check!
Location? – Check!
One day the mother-goat said to her little children:
‘- Little darlings I want to teach you something very important and that is why I want you to be very careful and listen to me!’
‘ What? What is it mum?’ said one of the kids…
‘Will you show us how to bring food home?’ asked another…
‘No’, said the mother-goat ‘I will teach you how to keep from being someone else’s food!’
‘Good God Gracious! Great balls of fire!’ said the youngest kid who had been named Tom Cruise after his lost father…
‘Don’t be afraid! All you have to do is to keep the door locked when I am not here and not to open it under any circumstances except when you are called to give a hand for the Tower of Babylon! Got it? The greatest danger comes from the scary, ugly wolf!!! ’ Shouted the worried mother…
‘Ja! Ja! Alles Gute! Don’t you have no fear!’ said Boris Becker, the eldest son of the family…
The next day the mother-goat went to New York City to buy some food for her little ones. No sooner had she walked into the city than she fell in love head over heels. The hypocrisy is that she fell in love with the big, bad wolf…
‘What kind of mother am I? How could I fall in love with the worst enemy of my children?’ cried the desperate mother…’How can I explain this to the kids?’
For three years the mother has knocked on the door of her own house and the kids would not open because… after all she was not there, was she? And the little ones could see that the big wolf was kissing their mother so they thought: ‘Better orphans than with this kind of mother!!!’
The years went by and the children went to their homes but the image of their mother kissing the ugly wolf could not be erased from their memory…………
Moral: Don’t ever leave your kids for a jerk!
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