One mattin her mamma dissed: "Dear Cappuccett, take this cest to the
nonn,but attention to the lup that is very ma very kattiv! And torn
prest! Good luck! And in bocc at the lup!". Cappuccett didn't cap
very well this ultim thing but went away, da sol, with the cest.
Cammining cammining, in the cuor of the forest, at acert punt she
incontered the lup, who dissed:
"Hi! Piccula piezz'e girl, 'Ndove do
you go?". "To the nonn with this little cest, which is little but it
is full of a sacc of chocolate and biscots and panettons and more and
mirtills", she dissed. "Ah, mannagg'a Maruschella? (maybe an
__expression com: what a cul that had) dissed the lup, with a fium of
saliv out of the bocc. And so the lup dissed:"Beh, now I dev andar
because the telephonin is squilling, sorry." And the lup went away,
but not very away, but to the nonn's house. Cappuccett Red, who was
very ma very lent, lent un casin, continued for her sentier in the
forest. The lup arrived at the house, suoned the campanel, entered,
and after saluting the nonn, magned her in a boccon. Then, after
sputing the dentier, he indossed the ridicol night berret and fikked
himself in the let. When Cappuccett Red came to the fint nonn's house,
suoned and entered. But when the little and stupid girl saw the nonn
(non was the nonn, but the lup, ricord?) dissed: "But nonn, why do you
stay in let?". And the
nonn-lup: "Oh, I've stort my cavigl doing
aerobics!". "Oh, poor nonn!",said Cappuccett (she was more than stupid,
I think, wasn't she?). Then she dissed: "But...what big okks you
have! Do you bisogn some collir?"."Oh, no! It's for see you better, my
dear (stupid) little girl", dissed the nonn-lup. Then cappuccett, who
was more dur than a block of marm: "But
what big oreks you have! Do
you have the Orekkions?". And the nonn-lup:"Oh, no! It is to ascolt
you better". And Cappuccett (that I think was now really
rincoglionited) said: "But what big dents you have!". And the lup, at
this point dissed: "It is to magn you better!". And magned really tutt
quant the poor little girl. But (ta dah!) out of the house a simpatic,
curious and innocent cacciator of frod sented all and dissed:
"Accident! A lup! Its pellicc vals a sac of solds". And so, spinted
only for the compassion for the little girl,
butted a terr many kils
of volps, fringuells and conigls that he had ammazzed till that
moment, imbracced the fucil, entered in the stanz and killed the lup.
Then squarced his panz (being attent not to rovin the pellicc) and
tired fora the nonn (still viv) and Cappuccett (still
rincoglionited). And so, at the end, the cacciator of frod vended the
pellicc and uadagned honestly a sacc of solds. The nonn magned tutt
the leccornies that were in the cest. And so, everybody lived felix
and content (maybe not the lup!).
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Thoughts, like fleas, jump from man to man, but they don't bite everybody.
Stanislaw J. Lec