Out of office messages from a fairy tale comber (4)

 

The out of office messages from my good friend and fairy tale comber Jan-Loic Capricciosa are so exciting that I just have to share them.

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August 28th

Friends,

I am not here and I do not have time to answer mails. I’ll do that later.

By the time you read this i’ll be defying, with danger for my own life, the savage waves of the ocean. Head over heels, and sooner than expected, I set sail yesterday to the orange president’s country.

It was his lovely and beautiful wife, Melania, who asked me for help in a letter.

She wrote that there are almost no more fairy tales to be found in her country. She also wrote that it worried her a lot. Some letters of the letter had been smeared due to tears.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. For I am Jan-Loic Capricciosa, talented fairy tale comber and licensed dragon hunter. So I dipped my goose feather in a pot of royal blue ink and wrote her that help was already on the way.

With favorable winds I’ll be there within a few days.

Until then! Or like they say in Mangodouro: MBDKQavaTsjie Kdatta!

Jan-Loic Capricciosa
Fairytale-comber

(Ps: The key is under the mat!)

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Out of office messages from a fairy tale comber (3)

 

The out of office messages from my good friend and fairy tale comber Jan-Loic Capricciosa are so exciting that I just have to share them.

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out of office messages

 

August 22,

Friends,

But Jan-Loic, what has happened to the dragon? Is he still alive. Did you pour water down his throat? Did you skewer him to your sword?

Did you make a selfie? You did make a selfie, did you? Please don’t tell us that you didn’t make a selfie.

Like all I have to do is just grab a selfie stick in the heat of the fight!

Was it a Persian or a Japanese dragon? Gotlandian or Hittite?

As if I only had to ask!

Or was it, perhaps, a common European Dragon?

As if they are  that common.

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Jan-Loic this! Jan-Loic that!

So keen on details. Miraculously surviving a troublesome encounter with a fire breathing dragon isn’t enough, apparently. As if it is a walk in the park.

Friends, how can I concentrate on combing fairy tales, when you keep bending my ear?

Tell you what: I’ll briefly explain how I outwitted the dragon, and you all stop nagging and whining, so that I can continue looking for fairy tales.

So there I was, trapped like a mouse, in the dark and damp passageways of an abandoned gold mine. I also needed to pee. I was thinking my way out of the situation. My brain was creaking like an old soapbox. My eyes were turning. And my ears flapping like a bat. That’s how hard I was thinking.

But I came up with nothing. Nothing at all. So I grabbed a selfie stick out of my backpack and mounted a clean pair of knickers at the end of the stick. And a little bit frightened I headed torwards the way out. Already well before the exit I shouted: “Truce! Truce? Truce?!”

“What?” asked the dragon: “Are you out of your mind? Self-respecting dragons don’t do truce! So I’m not even considering your request!”

Out if each of his ears came a plume of smoke. That’s how unwilling he was.

“But I have to pee,” I said when I aproached the exit.

“Oh, I see. You have to pee,” the dragon grawled: “You should have said so immediately. Pee is always an exception, always truce.”

The dragon granted a two minute truce. Two, and not a second more!

I bargained for three. Disgruntled he shook no.

No, no, no.

“Alright then, I said: “But don’t look.”

He turned his eyes away from me, and held his right paw before them.

“Look, I can’t see anything.”

Hastily I headed for a tree and I shouted once more: “Don’t look, hey!”

And then  I absconded. I ran as fast as I possibly could. Never before in my life have I ran faster. I didn’t even knew I could run that fast. Still even now the soles of my shoes have the smell of burnt rubber.

So that’s about it. I hope I can continue combing fairy tales now.

Since I’m not here, I will answer your e-mails much later on.

 

Until then! Or like they say in Mangodouro: MBDKQavaTsjie Kdatta!

Jan-Loic Capricciosa
Fairytale-comber

(Ps: The key is under the mat!)

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Out of office messages from a fairy tale comber (2)

 

The out of office messages from my good friend and fairy tale comber Jan-Loic Capricciosa are so exciting that I just have to share them.

 

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out of office messages

 

August 21

Friends,

I’m still alive! The dragon didn’t succeed in turning me into a sausage.

Moreover: I’m not here and can not answer your mail. I don’t know when I will be back.

Until then! Or like they say in Mangodouro: MBDKQavaTsjie Kdatta!

Jan-Loic Capricciosa
Fairytale-comber

(Ps: The key is under the mat!)

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Out of office messages from a fairy tale comber.

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The out of office messages from my good friend and fairy tale comber Jan-Loic Capricciosa are so exciting that I just have to share them.

 

out of office messages

August 15,

Friends,

I really don’t have time for you today. Because I have worked myself into a most troublesome situation here, on the other side of the world.

Hidden deep in draughty and dark passageways of an abandoned gold mine, I have to come up with a plan to outsmart Timo The Dragon. And there isn’t much time to come up with something, since I have to go pee. Rather urgently.

These could very well be my last words. Maybe this is farewell. Because I can’t promise you that I will still be amongst the living this time tomorrow.

Timo The Dragon is standing watch in front the only way out of this mouldy mine. And he is very determined to turn me into a sausage.

I know that because he said so himself earlier today, when I accidentally stepped on his tail.

“By the scales of the holy dragon, I’m going to grind you into peppered minced meat and turn you into a sausage,” he roared. And just to make sure I knew he meant it he breathed fire in contempt up to the heavens. A column of fire  close to a mile long.

And now I’m here, thinking of a way out. And my dragon equipment? Well, euhm, I don’t have it with me…

 

Maybe until then!

Or like they say in Mangodouro: Bikolo MBDKQavaTsjie Kdatta!

Jan-Loic Capricciosa,
Fairytale-comber

Ps: The key is under the mat

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