Poetess: I am back to work.
Inner voice: Congratulations!
Here, thank you card.
Poetess: why why why?
I took few days off, holidays.
Went to casino, was playing lottery, have new computer, was painting pictures with my son for sale.
Why do I have to work?
The real witch: when I was working long time ago I was praying non stop to never see people I was working with again.
And one day my dreams came true.
I think praying helps the most.
Inner voice: are you sure?
The real witch: I believe in God and I am proud.
Inner voice: such brave person...
The real witch: actually I didn't want to go to ..
(Everyone kind of wakes up from dreaming and crosses fast).
Grandma Witch: you supposed to tell this story to our tourists, not to believe in it.
( On the phone) No, no more tourists, no I don't take students or teach.
Grandma: save us at least from this.
Aunt: I do acupuncture twenty four seven.
Any time few needles in the bottom half.
Author: another secret revelation.
Grandma: I think rebeletion.
Look what the government does to own people.
Inner voice: some government, the one we don't know.
Grandma: giving one dollar raise on pension and increasing everything on ten dollars next day.
Jail is crying for this government.
The real witch: Grandma..
Inner voice: Grandma is watching too much television and on the Internet most of the time.
I am telling you freedom starts after eighty, so wait.
Grandma: one day some one is going to say something, trust me.
Donald: why is everything is sold or stolen already?
How new generations supposed to steal?
Any one, any clues?
Inner voice: you should change your name.
Grandma: my bird is not quiet, why we have to be quiet?
Poetess: enough politics on Friday,
Especially when we get salary.
Inner voice: money!
Poetess: I bought new scale with numbers,
The one I had, the spinning one, was lying all the time.
And I believed,
Now I am ten pounds heavier.
J: you should exercise and not eat.
Poetess: my son.
Everyone: the baby!
J: shut up.
Everyone: learning how to be a man,
How wonderful!
On this happy note let's say thank you and see you to the stupidest book.
Author: will be my honour!
