Stories From The Head

Who Needs Love? Lillefrekk had never travelled on a certified metro before. He was going to visit his uncle Rebbehøst in the spring, and having just received a tiny mental deficiency (the latest fashion in the rural areas of Fædder) he believed this to be his one and only chance. Rebbehøst lived in what you might call a BIG city. It had windows, doors, a kitchen... Oh ...but...oh my, what a fool I've been. Please excuse your humble writer. Here I am describing Rebbehøst’s HOUSE, not the city he lived in. What a spøk I am. Anyway...the big city (aptly named Bøbæk) was the centre of entertainment in the extremely fascist country of Music. You could go to museums, watch kittens being drowned, throw extremely heavy darts at hamsters, and cut of little birds’ wings so they'd have to JUMP around while they bled to death. It was a happy society. Of course Lillefrekk looked forward to the visit. His mother, who was visiting her lover, dropped Lillefrekk of at a bus stop 34 m from where Rebbehøst lived (in a café of some sort). The first thing Lillefrekk wanted to know was "WHEN DO WE RIDE THE METRO?!". "Never", Rebbehøst replied coolly. "There is a metro-strike, known as "The Metro-Strike", going on. You will never ride the metro, you revolting little weed". Rebbehøst LOVED children. Instead of the metro, they visited a tower called the Fantom-tower. It was 2 feet tall, so the view was terrific...hey, did I forget to mention that the inhabitants of Music are only 1,324 cm tall? Well, now you know. The tower, by some freak of nature, couldn't stand the weight of both Rebbehøst and Lillefrekk, and it crumbled to the ground killing hundreds, maybe thousands of people. Lillefrekk found this supremely amusing and laughed as the metro-strike was called off. "Tomorrow I will ride the metro" he declared. He suddenly caught fire, and despite numerous attempts by the city mayor to smother the flames, he burned to the ground. Fatigued, and severely disappointed, Lillefrekk died three weeks later of pneumonia. He was 33...

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