In hospital by Ann Wood
There are three ... two with a heart attack, one with a stroke. A conversation begins ... one heart attack asks the other:"Why you?"
- Well, what can I tell you - I'm a warehouseman, I just shrunk some goods, tax comes and here's a heart attack ...
"How about you?" he asks in turn.
- Well, what can I say ... I am the head of the base, and so I prepared a container for storage ... and the customs came - and a heart attack.
Silence ... they look questioningly at the one with the stroke and he explains:
- I'm a gravedigger ... a week ago they carry a coffin, but a luxury, inside a wrestler, his whole hands in gold rings, on his neck - chains and 32 gold teeth ...
"So what?"
"Oh, I just lost my sleep - so much gold!" One day, the second day ... on the third I decide ... I dig the grave, open the lid and the one inside grins me with 32 gold teeth and calls to me:
- Inspector Filev, NRA! Controlled Funeral!
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-15 at 10:29
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