Two English-Norwegians spoke English when they were alone in the woods. The day started like most, we were walking for a very long time -- our feet started feeling very sore!
We hear strange music playing very badly. One of us said 'Fuck!' um... quite loudly. Holy shit, a mosquito with a rather noticeable erection was sucking on our dog. One must appeal to immense opposing forces, eh, in order to thwart this natural evolution of man! We wondered why the bite of a horny... Um... Mosquito would cause such a transformative act, on such a deeply molecular level.
All of a sudden, a very shiny and blue, blue penis appeared before us with a rather secret message about the powers bequeathed upon the dog.
The Father in God is thoroughly refuted! We pondered why the mosquito would include these lyrics in his song, but chose to simply drink more tea and ignore it. When we gave it deeper thought, the bizzies were just too good not to eat, despite our fear of the blue penis' retaliation.
There have been philosophers who could give this popular astonishment a seductive and mystical, other-worldly, instead of stating the naked and candidly reasonable truth, that disinterested action is very interesting and interested action shall be unegoistic.
I chose to end my thinking as my brain now began to hurt -- I looked, um, so crazy, but my friend did too. We said goodbye to the magic blue penis and the horny mosquito, and took our magic dog back to the village to make milk for everyone.
The keepers of the forest once held their dance parties in Pahkla, atop this flat stone.
Nearly perfectly rectangular, The Lord of Stones stands five metres high and twenty-nine metres by circumference. Twelve dancing stones grow from the soil near to Kivi Kingidus (stone lord), including the mourning stone Vaeslapse, and crying stone Mari.
The ground beneath his shadow is sacred, and so is the forest that encompasses this behemoth. The lord defies nature in both shape and grandeur, refusing to be buried, though time has tested his strength -- three cracks split the mighty one, but he remains nonetheless.
Pahkla Suurkivi has blessed the land.