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Löysin mun 12-vuotiaana kirjoittaman aineen:

I'm a potter living on the island of Crete, in a small village near the ocean. One day the Minoan king who lived in a palace of Phaistos sent me a papyrus which said:
"Greetings, the best potter of Minoa. I'm bored, so I wish you would make something to cheer me up. Come to the palacedoors after the third sunset and give this letter and the thing you made to my servant. Your reward will be generous. -King Radamanthis"
I was in agony and depressed because I really didn't know what I was going to do for my King. After a sleepless night I finally found a solution: It is a revolution of evolution! The music disk!
I started to work immediately and I was very excited about my great brainchild. I connected pictures with different sounds, like a dove, a man, an axe, a soldier etc. Then I made stamps of pictures because I was sure that other people want to buy my music disk, too, and it's quicker to make disks that way. I thought that the King would be so proud of me. When I watched the pictures I made I heard the most beautiful melody in my head. It was very peaceful and words are not able to describe it. I really want everybody to hear this divine sound.
I went to the palace as planned with the disk and gave it to the servant. I also gave him instructions of the disk.
After two sunsets I was called to the Palace to King's reception. He was very displeased and thought that I was joking with him. He didn't hear any of those beautiful melodies that I had promised. He has also showed the disk to his wives and his brother, King Minos, and nobody heard anything. The King didn't understand the point of the disk and he forbade its copying. I was very suprised of their reaction, I was shocked, honestly. How could they react like that? Why didn't the disk work? The Kind threw me in jail and said that he needs some time to think what he's going to do with me.
I was in jail perhaps two sunsets and then a miracle happened. The Earth started to quake and the walls of the jail collapsed. I saw a hole and peeked out of it and didn't see any guards. So I ran away to the mountains.
I lived there for many years hiding from the King and his servants, but finally they found me and I'm in jail again waiting for my conviction. I have no idea what happened to the disk I made. I hope somebody someday will understand its true meaning.

AHHAHAHAHAH :''''----D Osaan kuvitella kuinka Peter on kieriny lattialla tota lukiessa.
"You've written a very creative story!"

En tiiä miks oon niin iloi, en oo pitkään aikaan ollu :D Hymyilen vaan yksinäni täällä ja tanssin täs, hahaha

Epähauskaa, mutta:

J u k i sanoo:
Ah, hyvä että nukuit, varmasti tulee parempi molo, itse ainakin ihan kuollut jos ei ole nukkunut hyvin
Henry sanoo:
Olet ehkä maailman taidokkain kirjoitusvirheilijä :DD