Once upon the time, there lived one Norwegian boy in Lillestrøm. His name was Jo Troll. He had light hair, blue eyes. Summed up, he looked like an angel. But this "angel-look" was very tricky. In real he was very spoiled. Every time he wanted something, he started screaming. His parents would buy it for him. Therefore he never experienced longing for something. He never cherished anything.
When he grew up, he got a nice bike. After a while, when he became fed up with it, he wanted another one. Not thinking about it, he threw this "old" one to the river... And he did this even to the other bikes he got afterwards. But luckily, none of these bikes drowned. They just became rusty.
Jo Troll got rid of them on the place where many cars were passing by. These poor bikes started telling their sad stories to cars. And not only to them. There was also a railway station nearby. At this railway station there stopped trains from all over Norway. A strange thing happened suddenly. The tale of the rusty bikes became so widespread that all things, which had wheels, knew it.
They took a terrible revenge for these poor bikes. Each time Jo Troll wanted to get into the car, every time he wanted to get on the bus or even every single time he wanted to take a train, all these vehicles just started running away from him. And from this time he has had to go on foot.
If you saw any Norwegian throwing his bike away, tell him or her this story ;-)... rubbish-bikes is one of the very few things here that sucks...
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