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by [Dienush ]

2006-10-03  |     | 

Once upon a time there was a little town called Dunno. Its inhabitants were few but they did not know that, because they did not bother counting too much. They had few visitors coming to Dunno. They probably didn't know which junction to take or they did not have Dunno on their maps when they went on holiday. All day long the people of Dunno were busy not knowing what they did. They were funny looking people, with heads shaped like sieves with two handles, which were their ears. Their memory was short and they were quite happy because of that. When accidents or crimes happened, nobody knew who was guilty, not even the ones responsible for them. Therefore, they did not feel any remorse and their conscience was free. There was nothing written in Dunno. They had long ago forgotten how to write, so they couldn't read either. They did not worship any god and they lived in the present.

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