Tale of a rotting fable

Gergeriggere was an island, and an ogre; and he moved along and moved along.
His pals were 555.000.555 ants -not strong people, the ants are-, which used to roam amicably over the Gergeriggere tenderloins.
Also 8 beetles were settled over the gianto-isle, by the love of the nature: the love of the näture did settle 8 beetles over Gergeriggere.

Even the Sun caressed with affable visages the Gergeriggere tender loins, and necessary is to say that the ögre had the faculty to becloud the Sol a little, by means of a soft magic, that was actually irrational.
The Sun ho-ho-hoed, and scattered sumptuous mizzle of talcumcotton over the Gergeriggere's prairies and apple-trees, which actually were his belly.

But something grim and un-possible would darken this risible and factual theatre of cordiality:

a thin magic-man, all in black, and with a green-pale face, and with a long-thin-red beard, like a sausage; this horrid wizard, who actually was an outlaw wizard, known in the world of the humans because of his big mischief and mischief, he started sailing toward Gergeriggere (and Gergeriggere also used to refer tales about this mage to his amiguitos), and this sorcerer started sailing horribly toward the ögre-island, at high speed and he sailed over a dry trunk [botanically unknown].

The beetles, Gergeriggere, the ants -not strong nation the ants are-, and even the Sun started fearing much, because the outlaw wizard was very perverse; and then, seeing him coming dangerously close, the Sun started crying much, and his tears wetted the Gergeriggere tenderloins, being this one, actually, the only time the Sun rained.

Like the Ínsula Barataria of Don Quixote & Sancho Panza, Gergeriggere started moving along and moving along, trying actually to escape: poor idiot miserable!
Already the appalling magic-man was landing over the Gergeriggere tenderloins, which actually were his sides, and then, with long steps of his long, wire-like legs, the sorcerer started running on the Gergeriggere's mountains, with very bad intentions, and decided to make some evil, knowing not exactly which evil, but some.

The forests, the beetles, the ants -thin people-, Gergeriggere, and the Sun, with his blonde-fat face, everyone started crying and crying.

Then, the nefarious magic-man started walking over the ants -not robust race-, crushing them with his boots of wizard on and on and on, until the ants -tiny person the ant is- turned into a red and thick puree.

Because the outlaw wizard was too mischievous, cruel and well-known in the distant comarques of the hümans, beyonddd the öccean.

Then, the bad sorcerer started kicking the beetles violently, with his boots of wizard, and the beetles were actually big beetles, round and robust like tennis balls, and so much the wizard kicked and kicked the poor beetles that, finally, he bursted them all.

In front of this sad theatre of desolation, Gergeriggere -completely out of his mind by the fear- started reciting Occam and Borges and Cháucer; and his trembling words echoed over the horrific öccean ...

Suddenly, like a soft magic, a deep hole in the Gergeriggere's plateaux was opened, swallowing, burying the magic-man alive, who disappeared forever nevermore into the Gergeriggere entrails.

... And with sound of harp, everybody resurrected: the ants turned into puree, the bursted beetles; and everybody laughed and ho-hoed out loud, because now they were alive and well, and because they were free and safe from the outlaw wizard; but especially, because the wizard was burning in Hell forever, and suffering much; and they watched him suffering in Hades through a screen-mirror, that the löve of the nature gave them.

This is the reason why, this is the reason why
Everybody laughs much, at the Gergeriggere's risible ogrity-islandity.


"In the twilights, everyone's covered to sleep, by the wise love of the narwhals".