By a sparkling and cool stream, I looked for a giraffe. I'm 89 now and for all my life I've been working on modifying the genetic code of these magnificent creatures to make them able fly, but I failed, so I moved here to N'nankapaala-Dirozi village to become a missionary machinist.There was no giraffe. I sighed. If only they had wings, they'd could just fly away from predators.

"There's a surprise for you in the garage!" My melancholy was interrupted by soft and cheerful voice of my assistant. "I brought you some tea". "Thank you, Veronika." - I replied, taking the cup."What could it be?"- I wondered.

So I walked to the garrage and saw a large package with a note attached to it. I took the note and began to reed. "What does it say?" - Veronika asked entering the room.

- It's from the princess Nadiri

- The one from that mansion in the middle of the village?

- Yes. She says, she want's to thank me for stopping that nasty robo-dozers uprising last week. Who would known that all it would take is only a half an hour at the lathe to machine a mouthplug for thair leader.

- Yeaa... That gut was telling them to do some really nasty things... So, open it up!

I started to rip off the packing paper. "Quicker! Can't wait to see what's in there!" - she can be so childish sometimes.

I took my time unwraping the present just to tease her, but finally the mysterious object was revealed to our yes. It was brand new all shiny red bicycle with a flower pot in basket upfront. "Oh, she loves them so much!.." - gasped Veronika sniffing the pink flower in the pot - "Smells like mustard though. Probably some deffected specimen from her substential collection"

It was a pleasant surprize indeed. It felt so nice to be rewarded for good job, but little did I know at the moment, since very soon it became obvious, that the bicycle was magical. Yes, magical non the less! And its power was to make everyone around happy. Probably some N'nankapaalian shamanic stuff.

But what was more important, it could finally make happy me, because now I could give them if not wings to replenish their population, but hours of joy on a dayly basis. So I spent whole year hanging out wiith them riding my bike and chewing leaves from the pink flower while listening reggae music. For some time I was convinced though, that it all was just the effect from the leaves and those people were giving me weird looks for some other reason then being happy, but I died before I figured it all out,

The End