langspil

finn sat in the corner with his father's langspil, like a novice. watching for great things

"Come here, Bjorn, how's your tempurature? Still warm, yes? no school then, you won't even see the sun today. back to bed with you."

"Mother, i feel perfect."

"no you don't"

"besides it isn't even that cold out today, spring time is drawing nearer, the dogs will tell you."

"drink."

"eggh. well, mother, now i feel bad, i will never be well with tastes like that on my tounge."

I want to see America.

"back to bed now, bjorn. instatnly and no grumbling or you will never see the sun again."

No body sees the sun in iceland anyways "haha".

"Where's your father, Finn?"

"he has slipped on the ice by the bay and the waves have carried him safely home."

"What a beautiful day outside this morning!" Boom boom boom boom, that was how Finn's father entered the house.

i would like to live in a blue house. "will you pay me if i paint the house".

"no no, boy, we live in a white house, like the one in America, let's share a laugh!"

"haha" "haha"