Post by account_disabled on Dec 11, 2023 1:40:38 GMT -5
«But… Commander, what do you say? Can't you see how big she is? Who wants to have thrown it, a giant?” The officer decided that the farce was over or he would be considered the village idiot. «It's the fault of this strange light», he justified himself, «which makes things appear more unlikely than normal». Then he approached the bottle and reached out to touch it too. “It's glass,” he added. "Of course. It's glass,” the officer said. «What do we do, knock?» "There is a door," said the Commander, climbing the steps. "And if they put a door there, it's so you can knock." Knock! Knock! Muffled noises came from inside. A book closed. A man slobbered. A door opened. And Mr.
T finally appeared at the door, smilingly greeting his guests. “Er, good morning, sir, and pardon the intrusion,” said the Commander. “It's just a formality but, hmm, do you live here?” “Good morning, Phone Number Data Commander,” replied Mr. T. “Of course, this is my new home.” The Commander exchanged a quick glance with the other agents, looking for some suggestion that did not arrive. “And have you lived there long?” “About a month,” the other replied. «But do you want to come in? I can offer you some biscuits." "Oh, no, don't bother," interrupted the Commander, slightly frightened by the idea of being closed in a bottle. «We're just passing through. It was a formality, as I told you. Thank you, thank you very much for your collaboration and see you again." «Have a good day!», Mr. T greeted them, returning into the house. During the return journey the Commander mulled over that strange matter.
Upon initial investigation, that gentleman had not built a house in the middle of the woods, because it was clear that that could not be considered a house. Once he arrived at the Town Hall, however, he wanted to put his soul at peace and consult the law, to find out what was legally meant by home. And nowhere did he find it written that a bottle could be. The next morning the Cavalier Mangiaterra returned to the Town Hall to find out how things had gone the day before. The Commander replied that that citizen had not committed any infraction of the law, since no law prohibited people from living in a bottle. The Cavalier Mangiaterra wanted to eat his hat and nearly bit into it as he returned, blacker than a piece of coal, to the Bank.
T finally appeared at the door, smilingly greeting his guests. “Er, good morning, sir, and pardon the intrusion,” said the Commander. “It's just a formality but, hmm, do you live here?” “Good morning, Phone Number Data Commander,” replied Mr. T. “Of course, this is my new home.” The Commander exchanged a quick glance with the other agents, looking for some suggestion that did not arrive. “And have you lived there long?” “About a month,” the other replied. «But do you want to come in? I can offer you some biscuits." "Oh, no, don't bother," interrupted the Commander, slightly frightened by the idea of being closed in a bottle. «We're just passing through. It was a formality, as I told you. Thank you, thank you very much for your collaboration and see you again." «Have a good day!», Mr. T greeted them, returning into the house. During the return journey the Commander mulled over that strange matter.
Upon initial investigation, that gentleman had not built a house in the middle of the woods, because it was clear that that could not be considered a house. Once he arrived at the Town Hall, however, he wanted to put his soul at peace and consult the law, to find out what was legally meant by home. And nowhere did he find it written that a bottle could be. The next morning the Cavalier Mangiaterra returned to the Town Hall to find out how things had gone the day before. The Commander replied that that citizen had not committed any infraction of the law, since no law prohibited people from living in a bottle. The Cavalier Mangiaterra wanted to eat his hat and nearly bit into it as he returned, blacker than a piece of coal, to the Bank.