Damit die Rechtschreibung nicht zu kurz kommt und es wieder mal beim Lesen kribbelt (@oliva b)Greet god.
I write you, because you must help me. I have seen a space shuttle in the televi-sion. In color. And so come me the idea to make holidays in the world-room. Alone. Without my crazy wife.
I am the Kraxlhuber. The king of bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather.
I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a shrill voice like a circ-le saw. She lets no good hair at me. She says I am a schlapp-tail. She wants that I become bür-germaster, but I want not to be bürgermaster. I have nothing at the hat with the polictical shit. I want my ruah, and so I want make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half.
But I take my dog with me. He is a boxer. His name is Zam-perl. So I want book a flight in your next space shuttle. But please give me not a window place. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no standing-place please. And please do not tell my wife that I want go alone. She has a big schrot-grun. She would make a sieve from me. I need not much comfort. A nice double-room with bath and kloo and hea-ting. And windows with look to the earth. So I can look through my fargles and my wife wor-king on the potato field. And I and my dog laugh us a branch ( hähä). We will kringel ourself be-fore laughing (höhöhö)!
Is what loose on the moon?
I need warm weather and I hope the sun shines every day. This is very good for my frost-boils.
With friendly servus, Xaver.
