Then, there was once a little girl, her face a little cube '
cicciottina, who had all bandaged legs that looked like a
Trochetto. In
head always had a tuft, two blue eyes and was very nice and quiet
. When
has grown a bit 'and began to say a few words
pero', it was discovered that no one knows when, but most do not know
as he had swallowed an amplifier and emit sounds shrill.
From that moment on peace ended, this creature trotting
call you any time and after a while you 'think ENOUGH!, she did not
discouragement, he continued, until they give up.
There 's been a time when he went around with the sleeves rolled down
and you could not see his hands and his mother and grandmother told her PULL UP THOSE SLEEVES
and you, as do the debi. And the poor girl pulled
in question is also taken of the bad example.
Then came the years of school, horror! the little she had not gone
asylum, because he wanted to be with his mother and had to make a
conversation with a girl, to see if he was mature enough for
garnde schools.
honestly can not remember the result, but the little one, to
school proved to be a true Genius!
How did his teachers to give all those good grades, remains
still a mystery, because his writing so tiny, but
baby, baby, for us is almost incomprehensible.
Now the little girl has grown up and goes around the world,
is no longer chubby, indeed sometimes a little too magrotta, type
when his mother did not prepare the pappotta, and she rather have it, because you
troooooppa fatigue does not eat. But this is a '
another story ...
THANK YOU, I love you
cicciottina, who had all bandaged legs that looked like a
Trochetto. In
head always had a tuft, two blue eyes and was very nice and quiet
. When
has grown a bit 'and began to say a few words
pero', it was discovered that no one knows when, but most do not know
as he had swallowed an amplifier and emit sounds shrill.
From that moment on peace ended, this creature trotting
call you any time and after a while you 'think ENOUGH!, she did not
discouragement, he continued, until they give up.
There 's been a time when he went around with the sleeves rolled down
and you could not see his hands and his mother and grandmother told her PULL UP THOSE SLEEVES
and you, as do the debi. And the poor girl pulled
in question is also taken of the bad example.
Then came the years of school, horror! the little she had not gone
asylum, because he wanted to be with his mother and had to make a
conversation with a girl, to see if he was mature enough for
garnde schools.
honestly can not remember the result, but the little one, to
school proved to be a true Genius!
How did his teachers to give all those good grades, remains
still a mystery, because his writing so tiny, but
baby, baby, for us is almost incomprehensible.
Now the little girl has grown up and goes around the world,
is no longer chubby, indeed sometimes a little too magrotta, type
when his mother did not prepare the pappotta, and she rather have it, because you
troooooppa fatigue does not eat. But this is a '
another story ...
author thanks for the contribution ... I hope I do not want to have it made public, but it was too beautiful .... and above all, in case you wanted to change professions, but for your case ..., I suggest a career as a creative writer!
THANK YOU, I love you
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