As usual Cellotager was sitting on the top of his 1200 metre mountains above the sea level and starred into space. He pondered on the Large Hadron-Collider, the Mayan calendar, on the end of the world, on the year 2012 and the global climate warming. So, as always, on all sorts of nonsense. At once he noticed that there was something wrong with the moon. Somehow it was red and spooky in this night. Neither lyrical nor romantic, damned. He squinted and squinted and could but see nothing, because he was so far away.
Then he took his magic cigarillo out off its hiding place, whispered his magic spells, blessed it six times and lighted it up…puff-puff…20 minutes later he grew thousands of eyes and then Cellotager could see better than the American Hubble-space telescope. The moon stood before him, huge and clear, and he could see every dust speck in the craters. He took his time, to view the Lunochod 1 and 2 of the USSR, a used star-spangled banner, a lonely family picture of a red haired Irish woman and her two quite chubby children…But what was happening there? Why was this not working?
And here he noticed it: A pretty boy with Converse shoes: A huge red Australian kangaroo! It had eaten mushrooms and was the leader of all kangaroos of the world and an old friend of our Cellotager. „How did end up there?“ thought our multi-eyed hero. „OK, then, he shall rest“…With these words the Cellotager stretched himself and went into his thatched hut in order to watch football on his magic box. There our team was to play against Slovenia but that is an altogether different story.
Story & Picture: Andrey Balandin
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