Once upon
a time, there was a large big cactus
named Kak-Tus. It was
the gentle cactus with
the long
needles. One day he was standing
in the desert,
of all places , and was thinking to
himself: "What am I doing here? Maybe I should go and seek riches and other wonderful things in distant lands not native
to me?". The answer to the last
question was simple and very eloquent: "No."
The reason was that his roots were stuck in
the sand and he could not move. The naked
truth killed him
instantly. However, the millisecond before he
died, he ha
d last thought: "I love Swedish culture". This was the
greatest thing any plant had ever
thought of.
The end