In a way this is how everything started…

October 7, 2006 at 11:09 pm (Uncategorized)

First of all I am not English, I am Greek, this is the story of Kumu lady mayor of the most profitable town on the most unprofitable island in the world, and Kumu’s citizens, hula students, who are in fact the citizens, objects, sea turtles and sea lions (and a few other characters). Kumu has a sister, the Evil Kaka and a brother the notorious seaman Kumukala. Kumu’s best citizen is no other than the Best Hula Student, an English woman that organizes hula lessons, prods Kumu every now and then with the limbo stick, makes sure the only stores in the town are the Kumu stores and that Swedish tourists find their way to the Hula Beginner Meeting Point. Kumu also respects and likes in a very disrespectful and authoritative way the Turtle, an English female turtle, who is one of the best journalists of this town, if not the only journalist that managed to live on this island for more than 3 hours.  Kumu likes to arrest people, therefore there are a lot of prisons in the town. Kumu’s officers arrest objects and intractable citizens. Sometimes they arrest everyone.  The only character that has never been arrested is BHS. The Turtle is continuously arrested. Kumu also loves releasing prisoners.  After spending some time in the Kumu prisons where they drink rum and watch various soap operas most prisoners want to return.

The Tax system is pretty interesting on the island. All taxes are direct and there is no so such thing as tax rebate.  Kumu is a great economist. Some people object but what are the prisons for? Here comes the good part… The island didn’t  have a volcano. Also the town’s sunset was ridiculous.  Well guess what? Kumu bought a fake volcano, fake lava, extra fake sand – that causes allergic reactions only to elephants, and a fake huge poster of a great sunset.

First a history lesson, we are amazing so we have enemies. The Shmoo Island. The traditional food on both islands is …pickles. But we are very organized and very bright and they are not. So they steal our pickles.  And we bring them back!
bhs

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