Rákosníček

Beyond the fog so thick you could carve it, and maybe even a bit further, there is a small pond. Anyone expecting the classic restless sprite, the legendary Rákosníček, is barking up the wrong tree. Well, there is a sprite, and he's definitely restless, but it’s not *that* Rákosníček, it's Rákosníček—between us animals, a Vietnamese fellow.

Well, and this Rákosníček grew rice on his pond—or to describe it correctly, in his competitive field. He had been there for many years and kept growing rice. What he grew, he also ate, and on every such occasion, he pulled his eyes with his hands. That’s why Vietnamese people have slanted eyes.

Well, our Rákosníček decided one day that he wouldn't grow rice anymore, that his back hurt from all the bending, and he had rheumatism in his legs from that cold water. So he packed a few things and set off on foot. He went through Poland, where he spent his last savings on luxury watches, inferior perfumes, and a bunch of other worthless junk, and continued his journey. After several months of wandering, out of nowhere, he found a land where the laws were looser and the customs officers didn't search newcomers so thoroughly. Basically, he appeared in the Czech Kingdom.

He looked around and said to himself: "I like it here, I'll settle down and start a business." And so he did. He settled in the Czech Kingdom and began trading. After several years of trading and selling junk for big money, he was doing so well that he stopped walking and started driving a BMW, living in a grand house with a pool in the garden. So, from his old life, only the wading in water remained—with the difference that he wasn't splashing his feet in cold water, but in warm water.

The end—for a hundred and fifty, all's well that ends well.