There was said to be a land, where a man called Kewlew lived. Where under the blood red sky, the salami fields produced a mighty crop... 😉👍

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each succulent stalk adorned with plump, glistening salami. Kewlew, a man of legend, toiled tirelessly amidst this culinary paradise, his heart filled with an unyielding passion for the art of salami cultivation.

..As the twin suns began to set and Kewlew had put each of the orphans he had adopted to bed, he would look out over his labours, content in the knowledge that the salami cannons would be filled for the ongoing war with pineapplia, and given a nod of assent by the brooding red clouds. He would scan the horizon for sand i mean soil people, the fearless raiders who would show up on the rangefinder intent on snagging a helpless salami. 😆

Kewlew, his heart brimming with paternal love, tucked each of his adopted orphans into their cozy beds. With the slumbering children safely nestled, Kewlew emerged from the humble abode he shared with them and ascended to the summit of a gentle hill overlooking his beloved salami fields. There, amidst the serene tranquility of twilight's embrace, his gaze fell upon the horizon, where the distant silhouette of Pineapplia loomed. Kewlew's stoic demeanor softened as he contemplated the ongoing conflict with the pineapple-wielding adversaries. A resolute determination ignited within him, for he knew that the relentless production of salami was the lifeblood of their defense, the sustenance that fueled their cannons and bolstered their unwavering spirit in the face of adversity. 🤣🤣

..He checked the laser wire ports personally, the defence mechanism that encircled the fields; and recalibrated the illuso-web, a canopy erected at certain hours to fool the orbiting pinapplellites, it played an image of a stream with some trees. Then he picked up his aching sinews and went in and saw to Bessie, his horse who would head the team starting the long transport of the salami the following morn, stopping off at Brattwurst, the
nearest outpost before reaching the processing armories.. ☺

Kewlew knew that deception was as vital as defense in this ceaseless conflict, for it sowed confusion and doubt in the minds of their adversaries. Often disguising him self as a salimi so he could move about freely and often visit his one true love Veronica.

A salimi of course, was a salami herder that tended to his flocks amongst the undulating hills; albeit smaller the saliminis would graze on the grasses and develop a finocchia type taste, and would represent an additional source of salami for the people, particularly in wartime. Hooded and inconspicuous, the salimis represented a chance for Kewlew, a man of great fame, to travel unnoticed to the small hamlet of Belo Chorizonte, known for its samba music, carnivals and of course, salami infused cuisine, where Veronica would greet him in a blue gown. The very gown from when they first met, attending an imposium at the high council about the newest salami-based space frigates, to fight on that frontier, given by Admiral Frank n Furter..

Because of the great flood kewlew moved his operation to the quiet little town of Salumira, Kewlew, a humble farmer, prided himself on his vast fields of the finest salami plants. Every year, he nurtured each plant with care, ensuring they grew lush and ripe. His dedication made his salimi the talk of the town.

One summer, a devastating blight of salami worms descended upon Salumira, gnawing through the crops and leaving farmers in despair. Kewlew, with his unyielding spirit, decided he wouldn't give up. He stayed up nights studying these pests, trying to understand their habits and weaknesses.

Kewlew realized that these worms were drawn to the warm, moist areas of the plants. Armed with this knowledge, he devised a plan. He placed warm lamps around his fields to divert the worms away from his precious salami. He also concocted a natural repellent made from garlic and chili, which he sprayed diligently every morning.

His neighbors watched, skeptical at first, but soon, they noticed Kewlew’s fields thriving while theirs suffered. Slowly, they approached Kewlew for advice, and he gladly shared his methods. By the end of the season, the blight was under control, and Salumira's salami fields flourished once more.

Kewlew’s ingenuity and perseverance not only saved his crops but also united the community. The town honored him with a festival, and Kewlew humbly accepted, knowing that sometimes, even the smallest farmer can make the biggest difference 😁😁

Alas, thiz is just one of the many great fables of the mighty man known as Kewlew, but its strictly not cannon, so back to admiral akbar, i mean frank n furter ..