>Who the fuck could this be??? He muttered to himself, disdainfully looking the Ameri-mutt up and down. At least the Ameri-mutt didn't look like a Gypsy. Perhaps that was a point in his favor. The Ameri-mutt was riding upon a donkey. He did not bother to dismount as he rode into the village, instead looking down upon the Croatian's Friends and Family, with a brilliant, but simple, smile. That is when he locked eyes with the Croatian, and jumped down from his Donkey. >Hello, I come to teach! Very Well!!! The American was attempting to speak Croatian... At least, he seemed to be trying... He was wearing a backpack with a massive water-bladder inside of it. As he continued to speak, his attempts at Croatian only grew more confident. >I teach, uhhhh, only you children, to spoke... speak??? Yes Speak, very much English. This will give them many opportunity, for good Job, in West Country. The Young Croatian looked at the Ameri-mutt with a blank stare. >Yeah, that sounds awesome! I think everyone here could use practice with there English! Sure are happy you are here to help! The Ameri-mutt stared blankly at the young Croation, before attempting to stutter... >Your English not so good. I here to teach English. The Young Croatian replied >Yeah, sorry bro, I learned most of my English from watching Friends and Seinfeld, lol. My bad if you find my speech retarded. The American look at him quizzically; and then, once again... >Yes!!! Pokeman!!! I will teach your simple slavic children to pronounce Pikachu! Otherwise, I will teach them Poetry. How do you feel about that?