A taxi driver told me. In his words:
I worked as a chauffeur. One day I was sent to the district center for a cow meat mixer. They come and they are not accepted. None of any! Go back far away. Do not take? Okay well. I will arrange for you.
He drove the car to the party council, under the very windows, locked the cabin, and went to the dining room for lunch.
The cows are far away, they want to eat. They are in the body, REVOUT! Conflict in Paradise! What is? Why is? Where is the driver? They found me in the dining room. explained the situation. A call from the compound! Take the cattle! It is urgent!! Accepted without wire.