Excrementitious tale

... And this is how*, Colérica, the witch, mounted on her magiqal broom, and flew horribly behind the The Prince
horribly was her flight through the skies of Gascoigne: 

ooohhh, quickly the repugnant old woman was over his head:

-"Now I'll give you a leccon[sic] impertinent the The Prince"

the witch said and, like a lightning, the rotting woman flew in the The Prince's direction, to strangle him, like a rooster of Normandy, scattering an aroma of putrid carrots around her.

None the less, the The Prince was waiting for the enchantress with his serene spade ready, like Francisco Franco at the gates of Barcelona:

as soon as the The Prince touches the evil witch Colérica with his sword, the perverse woman starts burning in high flames, as her skin, tendons, ocular globes, arteries and flesh get atrophied, twisted and finally carbonized under the merciless effect of the fire:

in the end, the body of Colérica becomes a belittled and incinerated stone, while her mind flies to the Hells, being welcomed by Phosphorous Satana, Lord of the European Morning Milk.

In the act, like an opportunist, the princess Antani appears at the smokey scene with her best dresses:

-"Your heroisme has broken my spelle: I am the princesse Antani, victime of the witchcrafte and magicale philters of the witche, who has done manye barbarities with my bodye"

the princess said, and blew her goldened whistle, summoning royal court, servants and carriage by means of irrational magic.


... And this is how, both, the The Prince and the princess Antani, marched in ornate diligence toward the impenetrable reign of the The King, father of Antani, who received them with great jubilation and joy, shaking his eyes, shaking white beards.

And this is how, the The Prince fucked the princess Antani on her own bed all night long with great jubilation and joy, anal profound and va₲inal, and bucal vicious, shaking his eyes, shaking copious cum on her cheeks.





























*Text redacted and illustrations drew by the censor of the Francoist government, Monsignor Karlos Querejeta in 1949:
it's notable the fact how Querejeta censored himself, and these pages were sent to the trash, although someone picked it from the dustbin and kept it in secret at his domicile until 1981, when the text was sequestered by the National Procurator, Valerio Fortuny i Flotats.
After decades the original pages were found under a pile of "Muy Interesante" & "Super Mortadelo" magazines at the Hemerotec of Hendaye.