“Gitchi, Gitchi, Ya, Ya, Da, Da,“ is coming as a sound out of the kitchen, while Amanda waddles downstairs. “Gitchi, Gitchi? Gitchi, Gitchi!” she quacks full of glee, as she enters the kitchen furiously, because she knows exactly, what this…Read more ›
Knock, knock, who is there? Amanda?
“Amanda, it is time“, says the general manager of the hotel sternly. “Yeah, I know, I know,” Amanda says grumpy, “Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time, and all that jazz.” Amanda has to free the…Read more ›