søndag, maj 31, 2009


The Grassman had a nightmare: somewhere in the middle of nowhere he is adapted in a balloon not able to breath. There are no trees, no grass - no life at all.

In the morning he woke when his girlfriend kissed him. It was only a nightmare, thank God. "I'm so happy," he said to her. "Here are you, here is the grass - here is life". His girlfriend smiled.

søndag, maj 24, 2009


a whole cracker and a cracked cracker

torsdag, maj 21, 2009


The white rabbit wishes, that flying would be contagious - he would like a lot to fly with his ears as vings.

He is so busy looking at the bluebird, that he doesn't see, that one thing is contagious - the ladybird. It's a very speciel kind of ladybird, I think.