As people we should be aware that we are not the best of friends with the world right now. We do many naughty things on a grand scale. The fact that half of iceland is now submerged in green muck is one of our most prominent concerns. It was just the other day in fact, that I got accosted by a strange lady who actually she wasn't that strange, she was normal. But she shook a clip board in front of my head and threw a question at me. She said, "Do you think Iceland is worth saving at all?" I then discussed the relevance of the country with her in as great detail that I could. We discovered between us that despite its purpose for containing fish and goats, the only reason for Iceland was the dungarees. I said to her, "Dungarees have been out of fashion for many many years, my saucy little sauce pot of lovin' in threes." She then went on to tell me that her husband in fact wears them all the time, and looks the right part when clothed a good yellow outfit. Especially when capped with a red beret and blue t-shirt. I said to her, "Woman-lady, you are one crazy thing to be a-walking around!" but she didn't like it, so went, "Pfft! Go on sonny... be gone with you. thats right, shift it."
I had to leave without knowing what this green muck was or at least what the green muck was. Because I did not know it (what it was). So I have spent the last few hours coming up with what the green muck is. I thought about it long and hard, and thought that, maybe it might have something to do with that Iceland is so very near the Mulsh belt, which bubbles up and perhaps even exists. Or maybe, I thought, it could have come out of the cormorants who so dearly love to circle the small island it is.
Whatever it was, I knew that I had a new calling. Not just me, though, but we... us. We all have to save Iceland, and fast. So, what we need to do right now is we need to gather all our washing liquid and make sure its packaged good, because I think I might have decided that this green stuff is in fact dish grime. But not just any old type, but the type which is stuck to the side of Iceland. The wild life are really in danger of being poisoned. Hopefully it won't be too much of a problem. Hopefully it will be bottlable stuff.
So I runs down the old apples and road, where the lady was stood and told her what this grime was. We decided to get on the case right away, ma, and here is my appeal to all folk.
Just know that Iceland is responsible for your sweet old guy in yellow dungaree viewing pleasure.
Together we can save Iceland green muck which ruins its shores.
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