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Farmer Lange was already on his way home when a suitcase was thrown at him, which almost hit his head. But when he opened the suitcase at home, he was happy about the amount of money and flour he had found in there. But the joy was only to be for a short time, because then the criminals who owned the suitcase appeared and demanded their belongings back. But Commissioner Moor and his colleague had also made their way to Farmer Lange and also wanted the suitcase, just like the two men.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Holly J. Black
White flour
Farmer Lange was in the field very early, working in the field and only very late in the afternoon he had finally made it and had finished working in the field. He had made his way home with his tractor, because he also had to do something on the farm. When he drove along the highway on his way home at the Landwehr, he felt such pressure and so he stopped again to do his business. He turned off his tractor and climbed from it, farmer Lange walked a few steps closer to the embankment that led up to the highway and began to do his business. As he stood down there, he heard how suddenly a car up there made a full stop and stopped with squeaking tires. The car door opened, a man jumped out of the car at lightning speed and hurled something down the embankment from up there, this object just missed the head of the farmer Lange and so farmer Lange screamed up the embankment.
"You probably don’t have more, all the cups in the cupboard or not all the slats on the fence like, or what's the fuck?"
But the man did not react at all but had hastily got back into the vehicle to his colleagues and drove away with him, with squeaky tires. It didn't take long, and you could hear a Martin's horn driving by up there, but after the farmer Lange had done his business, he closed his pants again, looking again and again at this object, which had been thrown down from up there, then he looked up the embankment again. After he had closed his pants again, he slowly ran closer to the object that was now lying there in the grass, he looked at it closely.
"That's a nice part, who throws something like that away?" said farmer Lange questioningly to himself.
Farmer Lange bent down and took the suitcase that lay in front of him in the grass and got back on his tractor. But before he started the engine again, he shook the suitcase back and forth again and said.
"I just want to know what's in there, so I'm really excited."