Greet God, I write you, because you must help me. I have seen your Space
Shuttle in the television. In color. And so came me the idea to make
holidays in the world-room. Alone! Without my crazy wife.
I am the Kraxlhuber. The King of Bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather. I
stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a
shrill voice like a circle saw. She lets no good hair at me. She says I am
a Schlapp-tail. She wants that I become Bürgermaster. But I want not be
Bürgermaster. I have nothing at the hat with the political shit. I want my
Ruah. And so I want make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half. But I
take my dog with me. He is a Boxer. His name is Wurstl.
So I want book a flight in your next Space Shuttle. But please give me not a
window place. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-
free. And no standing-place please. And please do not tell my wife that I
want go alone. She has a big Schrot-gun. She would make a sieve from my ass.
I need not much comfort. A nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating.
And windows with look to the earth. So I am look through my farglass and see
my wife working on the potatoe field. And I and my dog laugh us a branch
(häha). We will kringel ourself before laughing (höhöhöhöhö).
Is what loose on the moon? I need worm weather and I hope the sun shines
every day. This is very good for my frost-boils.