TREASURE ISLAND
weeds with machetes cut short, we moved slowly toward the interior of the island. At last we were on the right track. One last effort and find the legendary treasure of Captain Morgan.
Gucio "Here," said my companion, and drove the knife into the ground under a large baobab branches. It was the place that once, in a coded map, drew a cross in the master's own hand. We threw the machetes
and grabbed the blade. We soon discovered a human skeleton. "It all fits
Gucio said. Under the skeleton must have a chest. There was
. Take it out of the hole and put him under the baobab. The sun reached its zenith, the monkeys excited, jumping from one branch to another, the skeleton showed his smiling teeth. Breathing heavily, we sat down over the chest. "Fifteen years
Gucio said.
was the time that had elapsed since we began to look for treasure.
Extinguish cigarettes and grabbed a bar of iron. The monkeys screamed more and more like parrots. Finally, the cover gave way.
In the bottom of the chest lay a sheet of paper, and in it: "Kiss me ass. Morgan. "
" The goal is never important Gucio said. What counts is effort to pursue it is not the fact achieve. Killed
Gucio and went home. I like the morals, but without going over. Sławomir
Mrożek
Fly (stories)
Cliff, 2005.
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