Lost in the fokk

I went out for hunting to day and the hunting was very fast. I was shooting and killing many birdies. And the killing where very nice.Once for one shoot I did túst two birds.They splashed into the ground in front of me.I was very happy but suddenly it happened.A big fokk was coming fast.I could not see fokking shit any more.That is terrible for a good hunter to not see shit.Where was home?,I hugsed very deeply.I answered my self,"we came from the mountains".But suddenly I could hear the wind hvísling to me with a dimm voice."That is ekki here,go to underlendi.And I vent for it.Suddenly the fokking fokk was leaving and i sá underlendi,very happy and i did túst tree more birds.How happy i was I love this kountrí and allt but,just not the outracing vikings. The cat in the mýri took the stýri and it is a fairytale inthe fokk.