It was a nice and sunny day in Groningen.....
..... so Klaus decided to go out for a walk.
But something caught his eye.
A beautiful horse, dark and elegant.
So he crossed the road to have a better look.
And it looked even better up close.
"I wonder if he'll let me ride him", Klaus thought.
"Well, the only way to know is to try it."
"Yes! Yes! You like me, don't you, boy?"
"You're my best friend. We shall ride around this town together, me and you."
Just then he heard a shout: "Oi! Get down from that horse!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but this is a public monument, and you cannot just, er, ride it. I'm afraid I have to arrest you."
"I'm very sorry if I've broken any rules, officer. But unfortunately you cannot arrest me, because I know a magic word."
"Magic word? What magic word?"
"FYAT FYAT SHNAI SHNAI."
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to my room."
"............."
N.B. "Fyat fyat shnai shnai" is a magic phrase used by a group of Calcutta-based anarchists called Fyataaru. By chanting this phrase and flapping their hands like wings at the same time, Fyataarus can fly for as long as they want. Their adventures are being chronicled by the bearded bard Nabarun Bhattacharya.
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..... so Klaus decided to go out for a walk.
But something caught his eye.
A beautiful horse, dark and elegant.
So he crossed the road to have a better look.
And it looked even better up close.
"I wonder if he'll let me ride him", Klaus thought.
"Well, the only way to know is to try it."
"Yes! Yes! You like me, don't you, boy?"
"You're my best friend. We shall ride around this town together, me and you."
Just then he heard a shout: "Oi! Get down from that horse!"
"I'm sorry, sir, but this is a public monument, and you cannot just, er, ride it. I'm afraid I have to arrest you."
"I'm very sorry if I've broken any rules, officer. But unfortunately you cannot arrest me, because I know a magic word."
"Magic word? What magic word?"
"FYAT FYAT SHNAI SHNAI."
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to my room."
"............."
N.B. "Fyat fyat shnai shnai" is a magic phrase used by a group of Calcutta-based anarchists called Fyataaru. By chanting this phrase and flapping their hands like wings at the same time, Fyataarus can fly for as long as they want. Their adventures are being chronicled by the bearded bard Nabarun Bhattacharya.