das hier wollte ich Euch nicht vorenthalten...
One night No One is making camp when a somewhat weather-beaten man calls out `Hail friend. May I share your camp for the night?' Upon impulse No One accepts. As the shadows grow long and twilight fades into darkness, the man tells No One that he is a wanderer of sorts. He is congenial, well-mannered and does not seem a threat. The next morning when No One awakens, the man has gone. Where he was sleeping No One finds a Wardinosaur.
In welcher Tasche hat er den dabei gehabt??.... :laugh:
