Toy Gun

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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First proper spring day time to dust the old scooter and visit places on roads few travel… Once I bought a toy gun- well, I was a child- it was shiny just like the one Hoppalong Cassidy wore, he wasn´t smoking but chewing gum instead. After two days I got bored and gave it to a boy in the neighbourhood. His mother brought it back, they were pacifists and any gun were bad. Parents do no always get their way, the boy became a general, and his mother addressed him as “sir.” My mother took the gun to the fish factory gave it to a poor woman who too had many children and a drunken husband, who later was arrested when trying to rob a bank with a toy gun.

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