Our Saab Photo competition ends on Saturday. The owners of Sabrina have sent not only pictures, but also a complete Saab story, which we really liked. The owners of Sabrina, Olga and Johann, live Saab, no question. Now Sabrina speaks.
I was named after the cheeky black-haired from the crime series "Three Angels for Charlie". I'm black and saucy anyway. I will soon be nine years old, almost a teenager, although I have traveled around the equator more than three times.
Recently I also have a younger sister. Her name is Sophie, like the blonde from the musical comedy “Mama Mia” and she is also blonde. No, not really. She looks more like a “glacier” but is also pretty to look at and she listens to Abba music all the time. Because my sister was already on vacation this year, Tom already has a photo of her. I haven't been on vacation this year. But it will soon be time for me too. Unfortunately, Tom`s photo competition will only be over when I come back. Tom already has a very nice photo of me too. No, not a vacation picture, but one from my home area. I already told you why. And because Tom wrote such a beautiful text for my photo, I'll show you a few more photos of me and my home. I am conceited, do you mean? Yes I am. But that doesn't matter. I'm a rarity now.
Maybe I'm not the most beautiful in my home country. Not the biggest and the fastest anyway. But I have personality and others often do not even have a name. And you like me, I'm proud of that.
I have never been ill. Ok, once I had a little woe. But that was not so bad and they healed me soon. Much worse it was when I stopped once before a red traffic light and suddenly someone missed me a big hit on my small rump.
I was not even three years then and was thrown forward by several meters. That was a shock and maybe hurt me, I tell you. My whole ass was no longer visible, he had become so small. But nothing else happened to anyone else, and I am proud of that too. My surgery took a full three weeks back then. And it was also expensive, for the one who had hurt me so much. After the operation I was well again and felt as if nothing had happened.
A few years later, I was standing in a parking lot and dozing in front of me as someone dropped a large wooden box in passing. You may not believe it, it fell on my bottom. But this time there were only a few grazes for which the box carrier was allowed to pay compensation. Today, the abrasions are already healed and I still feel fresh.
I could tell you much more about my short life, but now I have to read business news again. After all, it's interesting to see if I can get any more siblings at some point.