Stories From The Head

the worm/the cat ”What a wonderful day”, Lompa thought to himself. All of a sudden, a huge worm crawled up to him, asking him for a light. “Worms shouldn’t be smoking”, Lompa thought to himself, lighting the worm’s cigarette. The worm, or the cat, as we will call the worm (the cat) from this moment, was called Ulturmønstri. Ulturmønstri (aka “the cat” or “the worm”) died the next second. “Aaaaahhhhh, what a wonderful day”, Lompa exclaimed again, raising his arms to the sky. Lompa had fallen in love with Nature, and an all-consuming feeling went through Lompa’s body. That is, Lompa’s body consisted of no more than one arm, in addition to his head, of course. Lompa broke his arm. Lompa broke his head. The worm/the cat was dead. Lompa understood he had nothing to live for, and went off to the castle. The castle was nice. Lompa liked the castle. Lompa forgot to bring the worm/the cat. Lompa went back to fetch the worm/the cat. Lompa fetched the worm/the cat. Lompa returned to the castle and buried the worm/the cat there. “Aaahhh, what a lovely day, or was it perhaps wonderful?”, Lompa thought. The next thing he knew, the worm/the cat was still dead...

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