The Greenest land in the world
Once upon a time there was a young and handsome boy.
The boy loved to talk.
People admired this young and handsome boy.
The boy matured and became an eloquent and charming man.
He loved hearing his own words gracefully roll from his
beautiful lips and the young man's most fervent dream was
to become a politician and change the world. He joined
a party and ran for an elected office. He won over
the voters with his polished conduct and entertaining
speeches, and so he became popular and was elected to the
At the time that he was elected minister, a pimple
began to grow on his nose. The pimple was rounded,
like a soap bubble, and bubble it was called whenever it was referred to.
The bubble was situated right between his eyes and the minister was
uncomfortable and felt humiliated by the bubble on his nose.
At first, while the bubble was rather small, the minister
was able to conceal the bubble by wearing sunglasses.
His assistant dashed between cosmetic stores and pharmacies
and bought medicine and creams. The minister spread a
thick layer of cream on his bubble and chewed his medicinal
pills, but the bubble seemed to like the medicine and continued to grow.
The minister's loyal assistant, John, asked
"What are your plans regarding the government and its financial affairs?".
"Can't you handle it? As you can see I'm busy," the minister
replied and studied the bubble in his hand mirror.
When the minister came home, he immediately went to the
bathroom and attempted to pop the bubble. But the bubble
remained in its own independent biosphere.
Then the minister went into the garage where he obtained
a can of gas. The minister poured the gas on his bubble and
lit it on fire. The can of gas exploded and the last sound
he heard before he lost consciousness was a loud, powerful
The minister awoke in a hospital bed. He had a large bump on
the back of his head and was surrounded by specialists
with flapping wings and halos wearing white suits while holding attache cases.
The minister was sleepy and did not fully understand them.
During his drowsiness he heard them sing:
The bubble won’t burst (middle C)
The bubble won’t burst (an octave higher)
The bubble won’t burst (an octave higher)
The bubble won’t burst (bass)
An odd, green gas began to form inside the bubble. The minister
changed his diet, got a detox, a new lifestyle and a haircut. He
switched to a new barber since his old barber refused to cut
his hair on account of being afraid of nicking his bubble. The
only barber that dared cut his hair was a young, effeminate man
who said his name was Barbie, and added that it was short for Barber.
"Just for the fun of it," he said as he laughed a delicate laugh.
The minister retained his popularity with the public.
People counted on him to maintain the status quo and the
public voted for him in the following election.
The bubble grew and grew. It began to affect his personal
relations and his wife stopped kissing him goodbye in the
mornings. He was appointed the leader of his party and the
party members told reporters that his bubble was the self-
evident prerogative of the party's leader. The minister
was not popular among young people, but the older people
voted for him as a result of habit.
The bubble continued to grow and as a result the minister was
beginning to float during his daily morning walk. Excuse me,
I meant his morning glide with his dog Grace. He was so
enamored of his dog that he added her to his will. The lawyer had been
half speechless at the prospect and asked
"What do you mean?!".
But later the lawyer came to realize just how good the
minister and Grace's relationship was. It did not matter how much the
bubble grew, Grace always loved the minister the same. Each
time the bubble grew, so grew Grace's share of the will.
Where was I? Oh yes, the morning glide. Every morning the
Minister and Grace always stopped by at the bakery. The bakery opened
bright and early in the mornings for the minister. During the
morning glide, the assistant was hard-pressed, he held onto
the minister with one hand and onto Grace with the other.
The baker was in a good mood that morning and offered the
minister free rye bread with his order. The minister said no thank you.
"Are you afraid of being blown away into the wide blue yonder?" The baker answered and chuckled.
The assistant became awkward; he looked as if he would either
cry or laugh and it seemed as if he couldn't decide which. Finally
he said: "Thank you, we are done here." On the way home the minister said:
"To this bakery I shall never again glide."
The minister became sad and decided to discontinue his morning glides.
The party members helped the minister to relocate into a big black castle.
There they installed him in a big hall in a high and venerable, plastered throne.
They chained him to the throne with golden leashes. The minister sat in his
venerable throne and gave the party members good advice through
a computer, such as, raising the old-age pension of the party
members. The minister was much more comfortable in the castle
for the castle was specially tailored just like the minister's
clothes. The minister hardly lifted a finger and was
provided with all of the services one could imagine.
To be continued in a book for you to buy.