Stories From The Head

The Adventures of Huctor Huctor had been running for ages. Through the desert...and back again. He was getting tired. Tired of running, tired of jumping, tired of making love to the same beast over and over again. Suddenly a door opened. There was no desert after all. It was all a fata morgana, or as they said in Huctor’s language, a klæta hørsana. In the narrow, yet strangely beautiful doorway stood an old man. He was at least 563 years old (if you count the 3 weeks he had spent standing in the doorway), and he looked both wise and strangely sexually attractive. Sweaty and warm, Huctor found himself coming on to the old bastard, who coolly replied "All in good time my lad, all in good time". He was Chinese. Two other figures appeared in the doorway. "This is Wassa, my brain", the old chinaman said, pointing to the largest man. "And this is Oekabø, my strong right arm", he said pointing to the other one, a man so tiny his parents would have to be midgets of the third order, “The Mixemix-order”. "You will go to the land of Juppesåkk and free my people", said the old man. "For that you will receive 1 worthless piece of metal". Huctor shrugged, picked up his backpack, went to Juppesåkk, freed the chinaman’s people, and collected his worthless piece of metal. "That's it", he thought, sitting down in front of the fireplace, when suddenly the fireplace turned into ANOTHER doorway. An old man appeared. He too was Chinese. "No peace for the wicked", Huctor thought as he picked up his backpack. He would soon be a rich man. He was sure of it. So, my dear friends, was the chinaman...

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