Please come with me home and see my little fish cried an immigrant daddy merrily when he saw a beautiful woman from Copenhagen on her bicycle. The girl got off her bike and cocked her head with a certain coldness. She thought of Adam. The world’s first man, who loved her dearly. For a moment it seemed to her that the immigrant was Adam and the real Adam nobody what so ever. So she accompanied him back to his family. Uh. The end of the story got a little boring. Actually the way I outlined the girl was, in a sense, boring too. I mean, first of all there must be others who love this beautiful girl and secondly, she and Adam will most certainly work it out.
