Karina Lund och Andreas Nordman

Once upon a time, in a land far far away... The sun shined and the birds sang this hot summerday. Out of the woods walked a little girl, and in her hand she had a Norwegian shrimp. When they ran into the Swedish shrimp Fleming, the Norwegian shrimp said - Jeg er en hommer! (I am a lobster) A bit more posh and a little bit better. Later the same night at the dinnertable, garlic gratinated lobster was served. No strangenesses said Goran Persson with a troubled face, but promise to never do it again!

He then took a big chew from the lobster and slurped greedily until finishing it. After the dinner he went out to the car and drove towards the Sherwood's forest despite his slightly high promille concentration of alcohol in his blood. Suddenly the car bumped and the bottles of wine flew out through the window and landed in the blueberrybushes. Little John pulled the emergency brake and ran back in despair. But the wine had been soaked up by three friendly mushrooms. Wettexmushrooms. Little John gathered the broken bushy bottles, but thought that it would be stupid to waste nice wine so he picked the mushrooms and walked back to the carriage. According to Haakken Waller at Deutche there is a big upturn in the mushroom industry so Goran took his car and drove to the commodities-market and started offering the mushrooms to the highest bid. Party! The smallest dwarf, the biggest wallet, got himself drunk and bought mushrooms. Funny in july. Suddenly the dwarf got tired and went back home to his family. After having a nice dinner he ended the day exactly the way dwarfs do - by beating his wife a bit. When she finally was yellow and blue he felt satisfied for the night and fell asleep with a smile on his face. Snipp Snapp Snarka, dwarfs shall not knarka.

Snipp snore snugging, dwarfs should not be drugging.

And he never woke up again...