The Lion of Siberia (With or Without of golden rear rudder)
“What lies behind the mountain side?”
“Dwarfs...lions with golden rudders, indifferent things...”
“Sounds like you don't care?”
“Well do I?”
“You Should...”
“Why...”
“They say that there is gold and imaginable riches...”
“Well like I said, lions with golden rudders...”
“No! Real gold...I mean like something that shines and shimmers”
“What? And you claim that lions are not real?”
“No I didn't say so. Only with golden rudders...”
“Have you seen a Lion with a golden rudder?”
“No!”
“So...?”
“What?”
“How you now that they don't exist?”
“ANIMALS does not have rudders!”
“They have...I have seen ones...in the White Sea, milky white whale-fishes with...rudders...”
“Those are fins...”
“No, fins live in the shores of White Sea and sell mobile communication devises”
“Oh for goddness sake!”
“Badness...”
“What did you say...”
“...”
“Have you been there?”
“I have...”
“I don't belive you...”
“...I have been there too...”
“Ah I give up...”
“Why...?”
“Gollevainen?”
“What?”
“Could it be ours?”
“What?”
“The gold...the riches?”
“I don't know...guess it would amaze the brettons and Italians if we would have few...”
“Gold? But didn't Italians swim in gold and...”
“Well Italians do lots of things....”
“So would it suppose to amaze them?”
“Lions whit Golden Rudders?”
“...You're not funny you know...”
“Have I stated otherwise?”
“What would you say if we would go there?”
“Where?”
“East...over the mountains...”
“I don't really know...what would you want me to say?”
“ Say: Yeas...”
“No”
“Why not?”
“Because frankly I believe that such rudders would just look stupid on such noble animals...”
“Hoi Gollevainen, come to see what I have brought!”
“What is it?”
“Come, you'll see...”
“What? A man with fur coat...”
“Yeas...”
“And...”
“What?”
“What about man with fur coat?”
“Well Didn't I say that there isen't such things as lions whit golden Rudders”
“And this man...?”
“He lives there...”
“And?”
“...and...you see, there is no lion with golden rudder!”
“Where?”
“Nowhere”
“You little...”
“So is it ours?”
“What?”
“The vastness...the east...the land beyond the mountains?”
“The land of rudder-lions?”
“The land...of rudderless lions!”
“Well who dwells there?”
“Fur men...hunters, and false-believers. Mongol lovers and Muslims.”
“So no cross-people?”
“Some...our troops live there now...they do believe”
“Well who rules there?”
“Us! Our troops rule there!”
“And they fear no lions?”
“No lions!”
“Well then the one who fear no lions shall own the land...”
“Yeas!”
“Gollevainen?”
“Yeas...”
“What if they take it away from us?”
“What?”
“Eastern lands...what if they come there and say that it belongs to them, not us?”
“Why would they say so?”
“Becouse they hate us?”
“Who?”
“westeners...”
“why would they hate us?”
“Becouse they always say that we should not do what we want but what they want and that we should obey them and we...”
“Stop there!”
“And listen”
“Yeas....?”
“Do they fear lions?”
“Who?”
“Those you claim that hate us?”
“I...I don't know?”
“Well you go and ask about it, ask them do they fear lions, with or without golden rudders.”
“I...”
“Yeas, you...”
“Would they go mad If I do so?”
“If they fear the lions...”
“Yeas...”
“What?”
“You said: If they fear the lions...what? What would they do then?”
“Cant really say...wet themselves I guess?”
“The Italians too?”
“Why the Italians?”
“Didn't you once say...”
“Shh!”
“why?”
“Becouse they migth read this too...”
“Oh, sorry...”
For reward: Colonist (tens of thousands of them please...well I had to try, did I
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