mostbeautfulteengirl

The Most Beautiful Teen Girl in The World.

-by Celebrator-

Part the furst: The journey begins.

There were once four hebephiles who lived together and were good friends.
They had lots of fun and often turned to each other for advise and support.
The four of them also did very kewl things like trying to get hot dates with teenage girls,
from time to time even getting dates with teenage girls, watching great movies with teenage girl actresses in them and searching the mainstream media for exhilarating examples of teen girl lingo.
And then one day one of them - let's call him Mike (Well, let's call them Mike, Steve, Robert and Sven)- read a very interesting article in the Tuesday paper.
"Hear this !" he said to the others.
And the others listened carefully, and this is what it said:
"King of faraway Bhoboti has most beautiful teenage daughter experts say."
and a few lines into the article it said: "Any lover of teenage girls to show up first in Bhoboti capital gets rights to marry this jewel amongst teen girls (natives excluded from participation)."
The four friends decided to travel to Bhoboti the next day.
So after dreamful sleeps and lots of tossing and turning they had a quick breakfast that Wednesday (and a quick shower ofcourse, for it's no good meeting up with a beautiful teen while smelling like her daddy's socks) and then turned off the gas, locked all the doors and left for Bhoboti in Sven's car.

After a three hour drive (during which they saw many a nice and rather cute teen girl - and even a preteen girl who had the looks of a teen girl- of every available skin, eye and hair colour ) they crossed the border and entered into what was still their country but no longer their home (yes, that's right, they was in the US of A).
It took them many more hours to drive towards the coast where they looked for a harbour in search of a sea going vessel that could take them across the ocean.
Luckily enough they found an abandoned ship that was just the right size for the four of them and in very good condition.
The ship had a motor as well as a sail and included a small rowing boat and an old bicycle (though none of them could figure out the use of that, especially since it was all twisted and turned). Both Robert and Steve had naval experience (Mike had- from his few dates with teenage girls- navel experience, but that didn't come in very handy).

A strong wind came, they raised the sails and left the harbour while the Sun went down behind the horizon and they saw her fading red and orange light on the waters like the hair of that redhead they saw in that movie the Saturday before.

Part the sechound: Like as in ‘Jaws’, but without the exploding oxygen tank.

“After many months on perilous, stormy seas their search was fruitless”
is what they heard over the radio which had just started to play the old KLF hit ‘America, What Time is Love.’
The waters they were on however were very calm and outside it was almost silent.
The only sounds out there were the water gently caressing the ship and the far distant singing
of whales.
Then- a small explosion- and the radio went down in flames, they were quick enough with
extinguishing the fire to keep it from spreading but the radio was lost.
None of the four friends was hurt but Sven had trouble hearing for the next few days
(and Steve had trouble listening, but that had nothing to do with any physical reason,
and who knows in what kind of trouble it might get him ?!).

One day Mike discovered a net and some fishing-rods in the ship’s cargo hold
and just in time, for the food they had brought along was steadily diminishing.
Luckily enough they had made sure there would be enough to drink for as long as they would
possible be on the ocean. (That’s a very good thing, I mean it wouldn’t be very kewl and funtastic if they were all to die before this part has even ended).
A lot of fish however did die and ended up in their stomaches, except for Robert’s who was
a vegetarian and who in those days on the ocean feasted on sea-weed and rather curious looking sea plants (none of which, surprisingly enough, made him ill or nauseous).
Ofcourse I should inform you that there was a working stove aboard the ship (and matches).
The evening after their first catch of fish the Sun went down behind a couple of rain clouds
and her light shone pink over the waters and it was truly a pinktacular view.
During the night it rained.

It was a few days later that Sven, trying to catch some fish, was alarmed by something
in the water which had as much similarities to a shark fin as a yellowish dairy product with holes in it has to cheese.
“Shark !” he shouted.
“I don’t think we have much to fear from it.” Robert said “Why, with all the fish and such in the ocean it won’t attack a ship, I mean a shark doing such a thing is very rare.”
The next day a very rare thing did indeed happen.
It became quite obvious that the shark, a great white, was very willing to try some human meat for lunch and it kept on attacking the ship tirelessly.
“What to do now ?!” asked Sven.
“Maybe we can hit it with the oars.” Mike opted.
“It might make the shark angry !” said Robert.
“Oh my ! Steve watch out !” Sven screamed in the direction of Steve who had just gotten out
of bed and was not aware of the shark’s presence. Fortunately enough this time Steve did indeed listen, and just in time.
The shark’s jaws closed with a bang and Steve turned pale and fainted.
They dragged Steve into the ship’s cabin and after putting him in bed they went for the oars
and with those they hit the shark on the nose.
Not liking it very much to be hit on the nose the shark left.
But then half an hour later it came back and attacked the ship ferociously.
The ship and its crew survived the attack but the ship was put off course
and a tempest started to build.
The storm lasted for days and they couldn’t get the ship back on course.
And so they ended up on an undiscovered island (Yeah right, an undiscovered island in the 21st century).
“Well,” Sven said “luckily enough it isn’t filled with giant rats or dinosaurs.”

Part the turd: The island of giant rats and dinosaurs.

There the four of them lay shipwrecked on the white sandy beach
of the undiscovered island. A little in front of them, somewhat to the right, were
a couple of palm trees, a little further away stood a huge forest and behind that
a mountain range. They heard strange noises like thunder – but the sky was a clear blue
and the Sun was shining- or a factory, or perhaps huge wild beasts.
“What to do now ?” asked Robert.
“I don’t know,” Mike said “maybe we should look for a settlement or something, a town
perhaps, the ship is wrecked we can’t use that anymore.”
They decided to find out what was behind that forest or if perhaps native tribes lived in it.
“And what if they are cannibals ?” Sven asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous Sven, cannibals don’t just eat everyone, besides I don’t feel like
we are going to find any human presence on this bloody island.” said Robert.
During their walk towards the forest they discovered quite a lot of big holes.
Some of the holes were round at one end while showing round carvings on the other
end, and then there were other holes that were shaped a little like canabis leaves.
Robert observed that the round holes were about the size of the inflatable pool his parents owned when he was still a young boy.    The leave shaped holes were just a little smaller.
It took them an hour and a quart to reach the forest and during their walk they talked about
Mischa Barton and Emma Watson and about the Olson Twins and from time to time they wondered which teen girl words might have by now become part of the main stream media.
Ofcourse they also discussed things like if the ship really couldn’t be repaired and what other means there were to get of the island.

When they reached the forest they didn’t even notice so because they were too busy discussing Emily Browning and if teens looked hotter in thongs or panties.
Then Steve walked onto something.
It was a tree.
They looked around and saw lots more trees and bushes and realised that they had
entered the forest.
A little to their left they saw a couple of holes that were different from those they had seen
before.   The holes were a little smaller than the leave shaped holes and they resembled very
big hands, like those of a giant and on the ground between them was a track as one made by   a motorcycle.
“Look !” Sven said pointing towards the track “It looks like a motorcycle has been here !”
“I don’t see any tire prints” said Mike.
“Can be about anything and it doesn’t really...” Robert suddenly fell silent and when the others turned to look at him they saw why and they turned as pale and silent as he had.
There in front of them stood that what had created the hand shaped holes and the track
And it wasn’t a giant nor a motorcycle, it was an enormous rat.

In the meantime Steve, totally unaware of what was happening, had been distracted by
something and had walked off into the woods.

Mike, Sven and Robert took a run for their lives with the rat right behind them.
Other giant rats appeared from all sides.
The ferocious beasts were the size of hummers and very fast.
“Oh my goodness ! How is this possible !” screamed Mike.
“Rats, giant rats ! This can’t be possible !” Robert yelled in some random direction.
“We are lost !” cried Sven.
Then, all of a sudden, they heard a noise like that of a giant monstrous beast
and one of the rats was lifted from the ground, then there was a sound like the forcefuly
closing of huge jaws. The other rats ran off into the shrubbery and behind large rocks.
The three hebephiles lifted their heads to look up towards the monster that had just started
to devour the rat which had been closest to them, and they saw it was a truly ginormous
Allosaurus. They trembled, they stuttered, Mike wet his pants and they took yet another
run for their lives, even though their legs felt as heavy as a rock.
“Oh my ! Those leave shaped holes in the ground, they were Allosaurus foot prints !”
Robert yelled in Mike’s direction.
“Yes, I guess those other prints must be made by Sauropodes !” Mike screamed back.
“Dammit, I’ve wet my damn pants !”
The three of them ran towards the mountains and started to climb.
“What else do you think we find here ?” asked Sven.
“Don’t know,” Robert said “Pterodactyles perhaps ?!”
“Why couldn’t we just stay home and observe those cute teens whose family just moved
in that house across the street ?!” Mike cried.
“Yes Mike, but don’t forget the reward we get once we reach Bhoboti !” Sven replied.
“But there is only one !” said Mike.
“Perhaps she has sisters nearly as beautiful !” said Sven in response.
“Hey ! Where did Robert go ?” asked Mike.
“Just a minute ago he was right behind me, come to think of it I also haven’t seen
Steve in a while !” Sven answered.
They heard a noise, they turned.
Something hit them and they both lost consiousness.

Part the Charles Fort: The tribe, and it’s raining....WHAT ?!

When Mike and Sven came back to their senses they noticed that they were
lying on what looked like the bottom of a dead vulcano and that they were surrounded
by people. They took a better look at the people surrounding them.
They shook their heads.
They took another look at the people surrounding them.
They looked at each other and in a moment of complete understanding they slapped
each other.
Once more they looked at the people surrounding them, and who were still there and
had not changed in appearance.
There on that vulcano bottom surrounding them and accompanied by Robert and Steve
stood about a thousand beach-blond fair (but bronzed) skinned, brown eyed teenage girls
clad in leopard skin bikinis.
Being skilled hebephiles the four of them quickly became good friends with the teen girl tribe,
and it saddens me that I can’t write this part in further detail but it would make this chapter way too long and slow down the story far too much, so let’s just say they stayed for about two weeks and had much fun and did things they once had dreamt about and the girls loved to serve them peaches, fresh juicy peaches.
And one Sunday afternoon they went by pterodactyl and flew over the island and had a wonderful picnic.
Finally they said the tribe farewell, even though they did this with pain in their hearts (except for Robert, but we get to the ‘why’ a little later).
“I’m sorry, but we really must leave you gorgeous girls !” Mike said “ We must continue
our journey towards Bhoboti to find the most beautiful teen girl in the world !”
“Bhoboti ?,” Sandra – the chief of the tribe- asked “who is that ?”
“No, no,” Mike replied “it’s not a person, it’s the name of a country, a country far away.”
“Never heard of it, but there was once a sea-monster called Bnugooti.” Linda- the witchdoctor-said.
“A sea-monster ? What happened to it ?” asked Sven.
“We ate it.” Cute, tiny Alexandra said.
Then they kissed and hugged and said goodbye.
But not Robert, for Robert had decided to stay on the island with the tribe, he wished the others all the best and succes on their journey towards Bhoboti and the most beautiful teen girl. And Robert was happy as a member of the tribe for many a year to come, and never came to regret his decision.

The teen-girl tribe gave the others a sailing-boat and some food and drink and off the three hebephiles went. The sky was a clear blue and the ocean calm.
But in the west a storm was building and it didn’t last very long before all hell broke loose.
The storm raged and raged and threw the boat around like a Pepe doll, making Mike and Steve feel very nauseous. Then on the third day it calmed down and shortly after it started to rain.

Now a day after the first rain it rained again, but it was not normal rain,
Big fish shaped things fell out of the sky and on the boat, animals, actual fish.
No, not fish, when they grabbed one of the fish to observe it they saw that it
was not just a fish but a....mermaid. (Ofcourse we all know that mermaids are mammals).
“Nice men, please let me go, I’ll reward you in gold !” the mermaid said to them by way
of telepathy.
“But we don’t want your gold, “Mike said “and we certainly don’t meant to hurt or harm you.”
“Do you wish to come with me to the bottom of the ocean to the city were we mermaids     live ?” she asked.
“But we’ll drown !” Sven replied.
“No, you’ll be save, trust me !” she said.
They looked at each other, nodded and jumped into the cold ocean waters.

Part the fyfth: Going to the bottom.

There our three friends lay soaking wet in the icy cold ocean waters.
A pale Sun was in the sky and in the waters around them swam mermaids.
Panchita- the mermaid they had caught just a moment before- gave a nearly
unaudible whistle, which resulted in two other mermaids to swim towards them.
The three mermaids held the surprised hebephiles close and tight and then in one swift
move kissed them on the lips. Everything went dark and the three men lost consciousness.

When they came back to their senses Sven, Mike and Steve found themselves on the ocean
bottom surrounded by mermaids, mer-no longer to be called-maids and their male equivalents. (Let’s just call them merpersons, or better yet: merpeople).
“May I be the first to welcome you to Quigaholeeyeebarbotaski the merpeople capital !
My name is Raicha, queen of the merpeople !” Raicha, queen of the merpeople spoke        unto them.
The three men lifted their heads and there they saw a very beautiful merwoman with
long green hair and very dark eyes, she seemed to wear a gorgeous dress but on second
look she turned out to be naked and to be slightly covered in sea-weed between and around
which colourful little fishes swam.
The three men bowed deeply, and this action made the queen yawn.
“Oh please ! Back on your human feet !” she said.
“Your royal highness, may I introduce to you...” Mike began.
But Raicha used merpeople magick to make him what merpeople call shuddup (which means that audible sounds no longer come from your mouth).
“Speak no more friend, I know who you are ! You are Mike, Sven and Steve and your journey
is towards Bhoboti.”
“Can you people help us ?” Sven asked.
“Yes,” the queen replied “we have prepaired a mode of transport for you !”
“A transport ? Like a boat ?” Sven asked.
“Steve, pay attention, the queen is telling us something important !” Mike whispered to Steve
who was totally captivated by a rather sexy looking merteen.
“No, not a boat,” the queen spoke “I have forgotten what you humans call it, we merpeople
call it a geegeely. But come, first you must rest !”

And a good night rest they had, even if they didn’t sleep much (especially since merteens
feel naturally attracted towards hebephiles and therefor surrounded them all the time).
The next morning a very luxurious breakfast was brought to them and they had a lot of fun
with some of the merteens who introduced them to rather exotic merpeople breakfast customs.
Then it became time for our three friends to leave.
They said farewell to the merpeople and followed Panchita- who served as their guide- towards a very large sea-serpent.
They sat down on the sea-serpent right behind Panchita who whispered something to the creature and off they went.
The sea-serpent swam rather fast but yet slow enough to make that the three men could see
fish of various beautiful colours, small sharkes, jellyfish, and a small group of dolphins.
Then they finally reached the geegeely, which turned out to be a hot-air balloon.

Saying farewell to Panchita and giving her a hug the men stepped off the serpent
and into the balloon’s basket.
“I wonder if this will work !” Mike said.
“Believe me, it will.” Panchita said and she cut the robe that held the balloon to the ground.
And up they went, up, up, up and within seconds Panchita appeared to them the size of a Barbie mermaid, and not long thereafter when they looked down again her size was that of
a playmobil person.
A large octopus almost hit them.
Still they went up, and then all of a sudden they reached the ocean surface and went up
into the noon sky.

A strong wind came and carried them closer to Bhoboti than they had been before,
but they weren’t near Bhoboti yet.

Part the shyckst: The green eyed boy.

And so our three adventurous hebephiles traveled high above the ocean surface
in a hot air-balloon from Quigaholeeyeebarbotaski.
The weather was fair and the three men quite pleased (for they had discovered that
the mer-people had provided them with delicious drinks and meals, food truly worthy
of the name fruites-de-mer).
After 5 days of travel they went past a cruise-ship and eyed the deck for cute teens.
They waved and the teens waved back and laughed.
Evrything was absolutely kewl !
During nights one of them kept the balloon in the air while the others slept and then this person slept during the day.

One day Sven was relaxing after a nice supper and leant a bit against one of the sides of the basket and found it to be a bit loose.
So he warned the others about it.
But Steve was watching the dolphins and didn’t pay much attention to what was being said.
Several days later it happened.
Something caught Steve’s eye and he leant against the loose side of the basket to get a better
look at it.
And there he went, falling down towards the cold ocean waters, Mike tried to grab him but it was too late.
But Steve never hit the water for a whale came, opened its mouth and swallowed him whole.
And the others were very sad and thought about Steve a lot untill that one day that a seagull landed on the other side of the basket and presented them with a letter.
It was in Steve’s handwriting.
And this now is what it said:

“Dear Mike and Sven,

Don’t be sad about me, I’m alive and well
and as happy as I ever can be.
I fell down in the whale’s mouth and found inside
the creature a most gorgeous green eyed boy with whom I fell
in love almost immediately and my love didn’t stay unanswered.
We live here in the whale now and are very happy with each other.
The boy’s name is Gert (he’s a Dutch boy) and he is 15.

Much love from your dear friend Steve.”

Steve had gone down the whale and deep inside he had found the beautiful
green eyed boy Gert and loving boys as much as girls Steve immediately fell
in love with the youth.
The others, knowing that everything was okay with their friend and that he had found
true happiness, held a little celebration to celebrate the good news.
Unknown to them however, for they didn’t really pay attention and it was getting dark,
they passed the coastal border of N’ghu Lyup, Bhoboti’s neighbouring country.

Part the siebenth: Not on the menu.

As soon as they had floated as far into N’ghu Lyup territory as to be no longer able to return
safely if they would be attacked by a hostile tribe spears and arrows started to fly around their heads and, unfortunately, into the balloon.
Down they went.
“This is the end !” cried Mike “Those sure are cannibals !”
“How you know ?” asked Sven, though he not expected an answer “Maybe they are just suspicious and turn out to be quite cooperative once they find out we are no enemy.”
“Yeah, or maybe they are hostile to all foreigners !” said Mike.
“What ever it be, there is no way back now.” Sven replied.
The landing, if you could call it so, was quite painful, and left them dizzy and confused
for a couple minutes.
Then they shook their heads, sat down and looked carefuly around.
“This doesn’t look very nice,” said Mike “do you see the same as me, Sven ?”
“If you are seeing a circle of spears pointed at us, then yes.”
“Oh, okay. And I must say those guys..”
“Don’t look very friendly ? That’s what I was thinking.”
“Maybe...”
“We better run for it ?”
“You took the words right out of my mouth !”
“But how ?”
“How should I know ? Not by kissing I know.”
“No stupid ! I mean, how do we run away if we are surrounded by a hostile tribe
pointing spears at us ?!”
“Oh, oh yeah, right.”
“And even if we run they still have bows and arrows.”
“Let’s just be cooperative and have them take us to their village.”
And so they did.

They were brought before the chief of the N’ghu Lyupian tribe
and were informed by him that they were to be the main course of the evening meal.
“I knew it !” cried Mike.
“This is far from funtastic !” Sven whispered nearly inaudible, trying to fight some tears
for this was surely the end. Here they were surrounded by a hostile tribe of cannibals armed with spears and bows and arrows, and most likely hungry for human meat.
They were bound, hands tied behind their back, and led into a medium sized, guarded hut.
“Here you wait, we will bring you soup to improve on the taste.” N’ghu Lyup’s master-cook told them.
Then he closed the door behind him and they were left in half-dark.
Mike shivered and let out a little cry while some strange outlandish insect (or whatever it was)
crawled over his leg. He kicked it away.
“What to do now ?” Asked Sven.
“Don’t know” said Mike. “We should think of a way to escape, I darn sure want to reach
Bhoboti alive and in one piece.”
“That’s not going to be easy with our hands tied like this.” Sven said.
“Maybe they free our hands so we can eat the soup.” Mike replied.
“Yeah, or maybe they spoon feed us.”
“No matter what, they are still armed ofcourse.”
“Hm, I sure hope that soup is nice enough !”
And just when he said that the door flung open and in walked the cook with a big steaming
bowl of soup.
“Here you go ! The countries best boiling hot monkey-brain soup ! Especially for you gentlemen.” The cook informed them.
The two hebephiles looked at the bowl in disgust.
“How are we going to eat that ?” Mike asked.
“GUARD !!!” yelled the cook.
A guard, armed with a spear, walked in.
“Yes sir ?”
“Untie these men.”
“Yes sir !”
Just seconds after the guard had loosen their bonds Mike looked at Sven, winked and cried out
“NOW !!!”
Both hebephiles jumped up, threw the cook down on the dusty ground and kicked the bowl
of boiling hot monkey-brain soup into the guard’s face.
“Let’s take a run for it !” said Mike.
And they ran as fast as humanly possible with the angry tribe – alarmed by the cook – right behind them.
“Catch them !” a tribe member cried.
“I want my diner back !” screamed a little cannibal girl.
“Shoot to kill !” they heard the chief say shortly before arrows rained down upon them.
But they were lucky for none of the arrows hit them.
“They reach the border !” the little girl cried.
“We darn sure do !” Mike said.
And then they crossed the border and the tribe stopped and went back home.
“I don’t like boiling hot monkey-brain soup and the last cousin we had for diner tasted just   as horrible as he was !” they heard the cannibal girl scream angrily.

Part the ayth: The final destination.

Finally they were on Bhobotian soil.
“Kewl !” they both said.
“Do you think we can find something to drink here ?” asked Mike,
“I’m quite thirsty you know.”
“Me too, and hungry also.”
Then Mike’s eye caught what looked like a small tree with very jummy looking
fruits hanging from its branches.
“That looks pretty good !” he said.
“We better not eat that, you never know.” Sven replied.
“Oh it looks good enough, I’m sure it is quite delicious !” Mike responded, and he plucked
one of the fruits and took a bite from it.
“Tastes pretty good !” he informed Sven.
“Still, I won’t toutch those things, look over there there is a small river !” said Sven.
“Yes, the Bhargati” Mike replied.
“Do you know if that water is safe enough to drink ?”
“According to ‘Trickeypedia’ it is.”
“Well, I put my trust into ‘Trickey’ for this one, because I’m very thirsty.”
And so he ran towards the river bank kneeled down and started to drink.
“It looks pretty clean.”
“Okay, but i just eat this fruit.”

Night came and they lay themselves down under some large trees with big leaves,
two of which they had taken from one of the trees and used as blankets.
After a few hours Sven heard strange sounds.
No, it was not a strange sound, it was a familiar voice.
He sat bold upright and looked in Mike’s direction.
“Mike ?” he asked, “is there something wrong ?”
Mike did not reply.
“Are you dreaming ?”
Mike twisted and turned and screamed, and in the pale moonlight Sven could
see drops of sweat on his forehead.
“MIKE !” Sven cried and jumped up.
He shook his friend untill he woke up.
“Sven, I feel sick !” cried Mike “Why did I have to be so stupid and eat that fruit ?!”
“I’ll get you to a doctor !”
“Do you think they are open in the middle of the night ?”
“I hope so, matter of fact I don’t even know where the nearest village is.”
“Ooow my stomach !”
“No time to lose, let’s go !” said Sven and he put Mike over his shoulders.

They walked for miles and miles and dawn came and birds started to sing all around them,
but they had no ears for the bird’s beautiful songs, and they didn’t even care about the big cats and other carnivours who observed them, nor did they pay much attention to any of the other wildlife or the strange looking fellow who sat under a tree, and who just happened to be the
only witch-doctor in Bhoboti who could cure Mike on the spot.
Finally they reached a small village (just a little east from the capital.) and asked to see the witch-doctor. They were led towards a small hut in the middle of the village.
“Who is there ?” The witch-doctor asked.
“A very sick man and his friend, ma’am !” a villager informed the witch-doctor.
“We don’t need sick men here !”
“No, ma’am, sick as in very ill.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Come in.” The witch-doctor said.
And so they did.
The witch-doctor examined Mike and then shook her head.
“Your friend can’t stay here, he is very ill and there is nothing I can do for him.”
she informed Sven.
“Is he going to die ?”
“No, no, not if he returns home in time, your country has the kind of medication that can help him and Bhoboti’s temperature makes things worse.”
“But how ? was it those fruits he ate ?”
“Most likely.”
And so Mike had fallen ill because of the fruits and had to return home where he was
nursed back to health by a 15 year old Native-American beauty he fell in love with, and the two of them had two very cute children and became well known actors and Mike published a renowned book on teen-girl lingo.

After a five hour walk –and just when he ran out of the food and water the witch-doctor had provided him with- Sven reached Bhoboti’s capital and even though he had to say farewell
to his ill friend just hours before joy was now in his heart.
He finally had made it, here she lived, the most beautiful teen-girl in the entire world.
“I sure hope I’m the first one to arive.” He said to himself.
He tried to imagine how beautiful she would look, he tried to envision the two of them
being together. He wondered if he could easily recognize her father, for all men in Bhoboti
looked the same as far as clothing went.
“Haha !” he heard someone cry out in a very deep voice.
“Welcome my friend !”
He looked in the direction the voice had come from and saw a man with a golden chain
around his neck and somekind of dead animal on his head.
“Are you the king ?” Sven asked.
“I’m most certainly are, and you must be the first to arive of all those men who want my daughter to be their beautiful wife, yes ?”
“Yes, yes I am, I pretty much want to meet her.”
“First things, first...ehm...”
“Sven” Sven replied.
“Okay Sven, you come into my hut and we get you a meal worthy of a guest like you”.
“Oh, that’s very nice but I really wouldn’t mind meeting your daughter first if that is okay with you.”
“Haha ! You sure know what you want Sven, I like that.” said the king.
“Mara !” he yelled “Mara, there is a man here to meet you, and he is pretty damn good looking as far as I can tell.”
And out she walked, and it was then that Sven for the first time ever layed eyes upon her.
“And ?” asked her father, “Isn’t she as beautiful as the brightest star in the sky ?!”
“Well,” Sven said, “ Where I live there are teen-girls far more beautiful !”

-The Endth !