there was a little sausage with the name Marcus. The little sausage grew up with his onion-parents Taina and Valter.

Marcus did not know what his dream of his life was, the only thing he knew was that he wanted to be an bratwurst, so after a few days, he realized that his greatest dream was to become a bratwurst.

Marcus had never met a bratwurst, he had only read about them in the meatpaper (a newspaper for sausage and so on), and he thought they were so cool and goodlooking. Marcus had, besides his parents, only a few friends to spend time with, one of them was the garlic Zven. Marcus and Zven spend the days to research about escaping the refrigerator on the sausagenet.

Marcus and Zven had now found a way out of the refrigerator, there was just one problem; the had booth heard that the persons who lived outside wanted to eat sausage with a taste of garlic.


- Goodbye mother, goodbye father, screamed the little sausage.
During their research they had find a saw from Black and Dockor, which they bought.
With the saw, which were a special chainsaw, they made a bighole in the door of the refridgerator.

The both friends ran as fast as they could, and after ten minutes Marcus and Zven had escape from both the refridgerator and the house.

- So... Finally we're out dude! said the garlic.
- Yes we are... continued the sausage.

The both friends decided to go separeted ways, they also decided to meet each other again, one year later.

And when the friends met again, on the very day of a year later they realized that they did not know each other any more. Marcus was not a little sausage anymore, and the garlic was not a garlic anymore.


Marcus had become a BRAT-wurst and Zven a garlicsauce.


- So Marcus, what have you been doing? asked Zven.
- I have been drinking a lot of beers, one time I drank 25 beers.
- Stop spice! (krydda) said Zven immediately.
- Okey, well I spice sometime, but I am BRAT-wurst now atleast!

The both friends decided to met their parents again, but when they were on their way in the house everything turned dark.

About one hour later Marcus was in a saucepan with boiling water, his parents had been roasted onions and the garlic Zven had in some way been opened.


A man called Leffe ate the sausage with roasted onion and garlicsauce. He was happy, but even Marcus was happy, he had at least become a BRAT-wurst.

The end!

Story och bilder: luxan

Hoppas det var en bra historia, haha. Ber om ursäkt för ev. grammatiska fel och stavfel.


Har varit ett bra lov, som avslutats med en trevlig helg. I fredags lökade jag och kollade Tv, igår var jag på Loby, sjukt överskattat, men ganska trevligt ändå... Var mycket folk.

Imorgon börjar skolan igen, och det ser jag inte fram emot direkt, speciellt inte geografin eftersom min lärare Per Bergman kommer vara svinnöjd eftersom Skellefteå vann borta mot Brynäs...

Oavgjort för Brynäs idag, det positiva var att Widing fick smaka på mål igen. Saik vann borta mot Bajen med 7-2, såg matchen på Tv, och trots lite slarv såg det ju riktigt bra ut! Vad som ska kunna hota Saik från att åtminstone, med en fet understryckning på åtminstone, gå till final på Studenternas, det förstår jag inte. Hoppas och tror att pokalen kommer hem i år!


Nej nu blir det till att löka!

Mors


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