It was a beautiful Sunday morning, had breakfast table gedekt ample, when the following conversation occurred:
"I've had enough," said the butter, while she fought back tears.
"Oh come on are already small, what's the matter? "asked the jam compassionate.
" lies Why do I almost always down? "
" Why, why, there are things that are like them ", the jam said something snippy.
" No! The me-not I! Why am I prostitute? "
" Öhhhm ... what? "
" Why is everyone running up and ever so shabby Lioner Camembert put me on it, just so you no me nothing I have to combine with the honey. Just a short time a tete-a-tete with the paprika salami! The whole ... "
" ... Well, that is .. .. ähhm, "stammered the jam.
" ... so there you are speechless, huh! But what may be a Forest Berry Mix expect different!
I'll stay here '! My situation is of greatest concern. But there is still change a lot! Since taking can bet on it! I can already see the headline: '! Butter Strikes Back'. Since you still get away all your fat, ohooo and as I have ... "
" ... what if you please will you do about it? "Interrupts the Walbeer mix," it is now time around otherwise. Your constitution is best suited to seal the bread surface and the rest of us, essential components of a successful breakfast to pave the way! "
" ... .. I think now WESENTLIC H.'s ...", the butter and chopped raged was palpable.
relish I watched the debate and decided to act contrary to the tragedy.
I took a roll, pierced with my knife in the butter and chocked out a good bit.
After the Buttter evenly (each plaster would pale with envy) distributed, had proved to me the question, should I confess myself to charges of promoting prostitution and grant guilty of the butter your solo performance?
Of course not .... I therefore also the first to handle wild berry mix, then the paprika salami, and finally a piece of French soft cheese on top of it ... Enjoy your meal.
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