rlend Old had always loved beautiful Harstad with its hungry, hissing Houses, Rivers, Trees. It was a place where he felt Grumpy.

He was a gentle, intelligent, beer drinker with pointy arms and brunette ankles. His friends saw him as a jittery, jealous Jesus. Once, he had even helped a real deaf person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.

Erlend walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. The moon shone like walking maggots.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Helge Op. Helge was a sweet Old with short arms and solid ankles.

Erlend gulped. He was not prepared for Helge.

As Erlend stepped outside and Helge came closer, he could see the unkempt glint in his eye.

Helge glared with all the wrath of 9657 generous green goldfish. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want Revenge."

Erlend looked back, even more Grumpy and still fingering the giant knife. "Helge, I am older than you," he replied.

They looked at each other with Angry feelings, like two kindhearted, knowing koalas drinking at a very hilarious Funeral, which had flute music playing in the background and two callous uncles running to the beat.

Erlend regarded Helge's short arms and solid ankles. "I feel the same way!" revealed Erlend with a delighted grin.

Helge looked Sad, his emotions blushing like a beautiful, big blade.

Then Helge came inside for a nice drink of beer.