Hello! Ratatoskr here, bringing you more news on a great genius. And also news about Maurice, his friend.
Well, Maurice is back in Paris, eh? I'm pretty happy for him, I guess. He'd be glad to be at home again. It was quite a trip for him! Especially crash landing in France. Gee, that 'genius' messed up again there I think!
Oh gosh. I wonder when Maurice will ring, to tell his old friend Ratatoskr all about it. Oh boy oh boy, I really gotta to switch off that old mobile telephone. Really don't want to hear all that over again.
Maybe I could tell him I don't get any phone reception here at Yggsdrasil. I do, of course, but Maurice does not have to know that, eh?
Yours squirrelishly,
Ratatoskr
Wednesday 6 February 2008
Merrhyse at le Arc de Triomphe
Merrhyse spent one of his first evenings in his home city most beuatiful at that grand monumentt to France and Pariss, the Arc de Triomphe.
Mes amis, it was an winter evening most cold, and Moriçe had to be rugged up warm against the cold. Yet seeing le Tour Eiffel light up on the city distant, it gave Merise such a good feeling of safey and contenment. Yes, mon ami, I to myself thought, Merhy∫e is home once again ! And this time, no Elast Ickband Air and no explodinating crashinating hairyplanes will keep Meryße from his beloved Paryse again!
No, mes amsis, next time Moruse will fly Atterrissage Forcé, the world's numéro 899 airline! Also, he will fly first class. Also, I am sure that First class Passengers would a better class of desert island receive.
Le Tour Eiffel at night from the Arc de Triomphe, a film by Mawrise de Perfoßor.
Mes amis, it was an winter evening most cold, and Moriçe had to be rugged up warm against the cold. Yet seeing le Tour Eiffel light up on the city distant, it gave Merise such a good feeling of safey and contenment. Yes, mon ami, I to myself thought, Merhy∫e is home once again ! And this time, no Elast Ickband Air and no explodinating crashinating hairyplanes will keep Meryße from his beloved Paryse again!
No, mes amsis, next time Moruse will fly Atterrissage Forcé, the world's numéro 899 airline! Also, he will fly first class. Also, I am sure that First class Passengers would a better class of desert island receive.
Le Tour Eiffel at night from the Arc de Triomphe, a film by Mawrise de Perfoßor.
Friday 1 February 2008
Maris in Paris
Greetings, mes amis! Well, Maurisee is sorry that he left you waiting and longing for his wit and wisdom most amazing, but now, mon ami, you must wait no more! Eh bien, it is true, that Mawrise he has been most quiet for the past few weeks. But now this geynius, he is back!
And he is not just back to blogging, non, mes amis, he is back in his home city of Parrhyse.And much glad to be back there he is. Is tres bien!
Merhise, he has enjoyed sitting in his local cafe once again, and to walk the streets most familiar around Rue Mouffetarde. Mes amis, it was so good to wake up and realise that now Merrhuse is in his apartment most beautiful on Rue Mouffetard, and to look out on the street and see the Paris street scene most beautiful below him. It is a change most beautiful from his incarceration most tragic on those islands desert so evil and horrible.
The only disappointment most bitter, mes amis, is that there was no grand welcoming ceremony for Mawrhyses return most triumphant to Paris. I cannot this figure out why not. Mawrise called on his good friend Sarko at his house to ask why, but M Sarkozy he pretended to recognise Mewrhiçe not. Mes amis, I have been gone to long! Even my good friends like M Sakrozie have his security guards throw him out.
Luckily, Mrhyse was the model of composure as ever. The security guards were armed after all. Just a few vague kicks and punches, and Mawryse may have smashed a chair on one of their heads. Still, they did not at Mawryuse have to shoot like that. The great geynius could have been injured most greviously!
Still, mes amis, no regrets. Mawryse has gained knowledge and inspiration most valuable from it all. It is all inspiration for my book new most wonderful, The Mouthwash of hte Gods!
And he is not just back to blogging, non, mes amis, he is back in his home city of Parrhyse.And much glad to be back there he is. Is tres bien!
Merhise, he has enjoyed sitting in his local cafe once again, and to walk the streets most familiar around Rue Mouffetarde. Mes amis, it was so good to wake up and realise that now Merrhuse is in his apartment most beautiful on Rue Mouffetard, and to look out on the street and see the Paris street scene most beautiful below him. It is a change most beautiful from his incarceration most tragic on those islands desert so evil and horrible.
The only disappointment most bitter, mes amis, is that there was no grand welcoming ceremony for Mawrhyses return most triumphant to Paris. I cannot this figure out why not. Mawrise called on his good friend Sarko at his house to ask why, but M Sarkozy he pretended to recognise Mewrhiçe not. Mes amis, I have been gone to long! Even my good friends like M Sakrozie have his security guards throw him out.
Luckily, Mrhyse was the model of composure as ever. The security guards were armed after all. Just a few vague kicks and punches, and Mawryse may have smashed a chair on one of their heads. Still, they did not at Mawryuse have to shoot like that. The great geynius could have been injured most greviously!
Still, mes amis, no regrets. Mawryse has gained knowledge and inspiration most valuable from it all. It is all inspiration for my book new most wonderful, The Mouthwash of hte Gods!
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