Once upon a time there was a
gay shit-eater who walked the streets all day and offered his fellow
pedestrians fifty gold-Florins if they wanted to be kind enough to, by
means of their brown behind-apertures between their white cupolas,
out-squeeze one, or perhaps two sausages brown.
Since people in this perticular town the gay shit-eater
called his own, had to take dumps like people mostly do, and whilst in
the same town the public lavatories was stepmotherly treated, as a
consequence of »the defilement» as the local council put it, there were
plenty of people who would love to earn a bob or two and at the same time
be served the opportunity to unload a few ounces of combusted
nourishment into the friendly little man's hat. And so far - everybody
was happy and satisfied.
But (Well, now I think I'm getting somewhere, as far as my
storytelling talent is concerned. My talent has raised to the exact value
as of that of the sausages that fell into the little man's hat...) then
one day... The end!