Ovo je priča o krumpirku. Običnom malom, veselom krumpiru.
Jednog lijepog, toplog, sunčanog dana Krumpirko je šetao šumom,,, I šetao,,,
I šetao,,,
Pored rijeka i stabala,,,
Dok odjednom nije naišao na polufalusni zlatni kamen.
Krumpirko se iznenadio kada je kamen progovorio te ga upita:
- Tko si ti? - upita ga Krumpirko.
- Ja sam polufalusni zlatni kamen. - odgovori mu kamen - protrljaj se o mene i ispunit ću ti 3 želje.
I krumpirko ga zajaši. Dok se trljao o kamen prisjetio se jedne zgode u lunaparku dok je bio još mali,,, no to je već druga priča!
- U redu - kaže kamen - sada možeš zaželiti želju. Krumpirku se oči ispuniše sjajem te sav oduševljen povika:
- Želim biti najbolji ševac na svijetu!
I kamen ga pretvori u zeca. Kada je Krumpirko shvatio u što ga je pretvorio kamen, sa tužnim glasom i suzama u očima kaže:
- Hej ali prevario si me!
Kamen ga nakon malo razmišljanja vrati u prvobitno stanje i kaže mu:
- U redu, sad se ponovo protrljaj po meni i ostvarit ću ti drugu želju!
- U redu - kaže Krumpirko i opet zajaši kamen koji je ovaj put izgledao veći.
- Eto, sada mi ispuni želju! Želim biti dio nogometne ekipe!
- U redu - kaže kamen - i pretvori ga u nogometnu loptu!
- Opet si me prevario - već ljući povika Krumpirko - želim opet biti Krumpir i želim još jednu želju.
- U redu, protrljaj me još jednom. - odgovori kamen bahato.
- Mrš!! Pederčino prokleta!! Crknni!! Pederu šporki!!!! - reče mu Krumpirko kanđijajuči ga bejzbol palicom.
- Jebo sve! Odo ja i dalje šetat. - I veselo ode dalje,,,
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They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the color of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth