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- Friday 16. September 1994
- (C) JIPsoft
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- My Roots
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- "Now's the time for a little sugar juice", I thought. And so I went to my
- sugarbeet farm. I would take a sugarbeet and put it into the root juice
- loosener I had just bought from Japan.
- But alas! As I bent down to take the root, I noticed that it was stolen. And
- not just it, but all of my delicious sugarbeet roots had been stolen. I was
- very furious, because this meant that I wouldn't have any sugar juice left to
- drink.
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- I wondered who would have committed this theft. It could be any of my
- relatives, for all of them had access to my sugarbeet farm. Then I began to
- sort the relatives out in my mind. It could not have been my aunt Ada, for she
- is allergic to sugar. It could neither have been my uncle Benjamin, for he was
- in hospital after a crash with the missile carrier vehicle he had been driving.
- The choice narrowed to two: my aunt Cecilia and my uncle David. Since uncle
- David lived right next door to me, he was the obvious suspect. But, I thought,
- he was too obvious: he would have taken notice of this, and leave the theft
- uncommitted, because he knew I would first think of this. But I was smarter
- than him. I would leave him in peace and trace aunt Cecilia instead.
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- The beginning of the chase was not easy. I hurried down twenty-eight floors to
- aunt Cecilia's apartment, only to find it locked. I destroyed the door with my
- flamethrower and found a notice in the hall. It said: "To all who have
- destroyed the door with a flamethrower: I'm vacationing in the Antarctic."
- So I bought her a new door, and went to the travel agency she favoured the
- most. The clerk told me she had indeed gone to the Antarctic. The flight had
- left a week ago, and was now landing onto the Antarctic.
- I booked another flight to the Antarctic. After two and a half hours, the
- plane took off. Since I was flying a Lockheed fighter, and aunt Cecilia had
- flown a Fokker biplane, I beat her flying time by six days eighteen hours. So I
- landed on the Antarctic too.
- I saw aunt Cecilia, apprehended her and searched her body throughout. Nothing
- unusual was found. Then I searched her luggage. Nothing there either. I
- searched her igloo. Nothing. I searched the whole of the Antarctic. Still no
- sign of my lovely, juicy sugarbeet roots.
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- When I began to cry, aunt Cecilia rid herself of my bounds and began to speak.
- "Why did you trace, apprehend and search me?" she said. "I don't know what is
- going on." I told her about the sugarbeet, and she answered: "Oh. I saw my
- brother David take them from your farm while you were not looking."
- "Can I trust you?" I asked her. "Of course you can trust me, because I have a
- pipe", she said. And indeed she had one. So I flew back to Europe again, and
- walked to uncle David's apartment. He was home, and immediately when I turned
- to face him, he covered his desk with the whole of his body. I knocked him out
- onto the floor and examined the desk.
- To my utter delight I found all my lovely sugarbeet roots neatly preserved in
- little deep-freezed plastic bags. I took them all back and got them to my farm,
- where I planted them again.
- Three days later I sent aunt Cecilia an apology postcard.
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