Post by account_disabled on Dec 11, 2023 5:24:39 GMT
On the morning of the third day the sun had just risen. Boscamaro was still asleep, the streets were silent and empty. Mr. T walked to the edge of town and wandered aimlessly for a couple of hours among the immense beech trees and on the shaded paths. He walked and walked until, suddenly, he found what he was looking for. His new home. Across the path, just under a huge beech tree, a glass bottle was lying on a carpet of dry leaves. It had no cap and inside, except dust and a little earth, there was nothing else.
There would have been nothing strange, except that the Phone Number Data bottle was gigantic in size. Mr. T couldn't believe his eyes. It was an ordinary glass bottle, such as is seen in every house. The label was long gone and the glass appeared stained in several places. Whether it had contained wine or perhaps some liquor, Mr. T could not say. With a certain awe he approached the unusual object. She reached out to touch it, grazing its dirty surface. Then, with his knuckles, he tapped it to test its consistency. Oh yes, it was indeed a bottle. Gigantic. The mouth exceeded two meters in diameter, more than sufficient for the passage.
The neck went straight for about four meters. He would have created a beautiful entrance, in which to place a first bookcase, and he would have added external stairs to enter and a few more steps at the end of the entrance. The entire bottle measured nearly thirty meters in length. It was even bigger than his old house. Mr. T was delighted. That very day, he decided, he would move into the bottle. It was the ideal place for him, a house as transparent as his soul. He would not have needed windows or chandeliers, as he would have enjoyed sunlight all day. Maybe he would have painted the bathroom walls... yes, thought Mr T, perhaps decency and common sense of decency required that operation.
There would have been nothing strange, except that the Phone Number Data bottle was gigantic in size. Mr. T couldn't believe his eyes. It was an ordinary glass bottle, such as is seen in every house. The label was long gone and the glass appeared stained in several places. Whether it had contained wine or perhaps some liquor, Mr. T could not say. With a certain awe he approached the unusual object. She reached out to touch it, grazing its dirty surface. Then, with his knuckles, he tapped it to test its consistency. Oh yes, it was indeed a bottle. Gigantic. The mouth exceeded two meters in diameter, more than sufficient for the passage.
The neck went straight for about four meters. He would have created a beautiful entrance, in which to place a first bookcase, and he would have added external stairs to enter and a few more steps at the end of the entrance. The entire bottle measured nearly thirty meters in length. It was even bigger than his old house. Mr. T was delighted. That very day, he decided, he would move into the bottle. It was the ideal place for him, a house as transparent as his soul. He would not have needed windows or chandeliers, as he would have enjoyed sunlight all day. Maybe he would have painted the bathroom walls... yes, thought Mr T, perhaps decency and common sense of decency required that operation.