Stories From The Head

The Pett Plan Huume was full of water. But it was OK. Even though he hated the ocean, Huume didn’t mind. His father, Åse, was unaware of his wet son, but even if he did care, he was much too busy trying to invent new and interesting artefacts which were supposed to make life easier. ”Yeah”, thought Huume, and entered his father’s invention-room. Several amusing and, if I may say so,  kinky thoughts went through his head, and he came to one conclusion, yes...only one. His father was no inventor. He was just pretending. At that moment, Huume hatched his evil plan (The Pett Plan). ”Do you need anything, father?” he asked the moment he saw his father’s crazy head. ”NO!” screamed Åse angrily. ”What have I told you about coming in here when I’m working?!” Everything was going according to the Pett Plan. ”Why dad, you told me to come in here whenever I wanted”, Huume said with a psychotic grin on his face. ”I know. TUSSO!” Åse was screaming at the top of his lungs. ”Tusso, you say” Huume knew he’d won. At that moment Åse realised “The Lent-fact”. He never invented anything again...

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