Returning from school, Łukaszek noticed that precisely 500 metres from the home a four-metre-long Sosnowski borscht appeared.
But he was strange. Its inflorescence was arranged into a swastika rotating with the wind, and from the stem the cable departed then going underground.
The spinning inflorescence sounded very loud.
- I'm sorry. Mom, what's that weird flower in the backyard?
Mom, just lying on a sun lounger made of ground crickets, said:
- I'm sorry. With this borscht, we'll have cheaper electricity.
And then the sun lounger collapsed, and the cockroaches crawled out of it.
Łukaszek decided to go to the cinema for a half-hour block of inclusive and diverse ads.
However, as he was leaving, a green stem crawled out of the borscht, slipped into his pocket, and took precisely 40% of all the money there.
- I'm sorry. Why is that?
The windy swastika turned, and strangely there were eyes and lips on it. The flower said:
- I'm sorry. I'm not Sosnowski's borscht, I'm Windmill's borscht. Don't insult me.
- I'm sorry. Then why did you bargain my money?
I stole it? No way!
- I'm sorry. What's in your stem?
- I'm sorry. First of all, it's not my stem. It's on my wife's account. And secondly, you can't have inexpensive electricity without paying more.
Luke, despite the protests, brought in his lawn mower, and cut out this vicious flower.
Surprisingly, the current has sunk.
