After the first stoner crisis has been resolved amicably in all südschwitzerischen reason, at first everything went its course; our school - uh, Zenzis school - in Buschhausen had even garnered a commendation from North Goofy lobes sick for "Outstanding Contribution in the care of German classicism in secondary schools", which indeed surprised us, since the works of Freimäurer Goethe and Lessing not unilaterally with us will be discussed, so we were almost inclined initially to fear a cunning, possibly to the extent that they wanted anverspenden us a klimaunverträgliche school teacher, or otherwise put a wrong against us, which has so far not reject the good fortune under some pretext to have shewed than necessary.
But then Olli called.
"Magnus, the bush is burning."
This expression corresponds here to what is called in common spaceships Red Alert.
"The OK?" I asked. (This is the chief commissioner of North Goofy, so to speak, the governor here, next to the Supreme Hart Holtz.)
"No. Three times you may guess. "
"What now? We leave the Protection of the Constitution alone, the BND makes long been virtually no trouble, anyway, the BKA has no desire to us what burns it this time on? "
"Magnus, not on the phone. When can you be here? "
I realized that the bush was burning really.
"If I cancel the afternoon session, in about two hours."
"Well."
Nearly two hours later I was in Ollis Villa in Freiberg, he served erzstarken mocha.
"Well, what is it?" I asked, me to a rotation.
"The MAD rotates through. And the hard Holtz is so close to it. "
"What, what do these night watchman because of a sudden?"
"Some idiot in North Goofy says to want to have noticed that Hartholtzens soldiers already serving beer soak and also too good customers from the edge Kurt and his men. It seems seriously to be set to not only want to have daytime zertrocknen our protection force in the dust of Südschwitz, but also, for final felling, not just bad move them Mittagspausen- as the workday joint, no, to prohibit seriously under penalty dishonorable discharge. This madman. "
Of course that was hard, unexpected March (more ...)
