CAPPUCCIETT RED. Tant ma tant temp ago, ce stava 'na little
Cappucciett Red. One mattin her mamma dissed: "Dear Cappucciett, take
this cest to the nonn but warning to the lup that is very ma very
kattiv! And torn prest! Good luck! And in boc at the lup!".
Cappucciett didn't capl very well this ultim thing but went away, da
sol, with the cest. Cammining cammining, in the cuor of the forest, at
a cert 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 panetons
and more, more, more and mirtills" she dissed. "Ah, mannagg 'a
maruschella (maybe an expression com: what a cul that I 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.
Cappucciett 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 Cappucciett Red came to the
fint nonn's house, suoned and entered. But when the little and a bit
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
Cappucciett (she was more than a bit stupid, I think, wasn't she?).
Then she dissed: "But... what big okks do 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 Cappucciett, who was more dur than a
block of marm: "But what big oreks do you have, do you have the
orekkions?". And the nonn-lup: "Oh, no! It is to ascolt you better".
And Cappucciett (that I think was now really rincoglionited) said:
"But what big dents do you have!". And the lup, that at this point
wanted to dir: "Cossi ti mai?" (maybe an expression com: to buy to you
the little machine, never?) dissed: it is to magn you better! And
magned really tutt quant the poor little red girl. But (ta dah!) out
of the house a simpatic, curious and innocent cacciator of frodo
(maybe a city near there) 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 the 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 quarced his panz (being
attent not to rovin the pellicc) and tired fora the nonn (still viv)
and Cappucciett (still rincoglionited). And so, at the end, the
cacciator of frodo vended the pellicc and guadagned (Honestly) a sacc
of solds. The nonn magned tutt the leccornies in the cest. Cappucciett
red... beh!, let her stay, because she had capit. And so, everybody
lived felix and content (maybe not the lup!).
Cappucciett Red. One mattin her mamma dissed: "Dear Cappucciett, take
this cest to the nonn but warning to the lup that is very ma very
kattiv! And torn prest! Good luck! And in boc at the lup!".
Cappucciett didn't capl very well this ultim thing but went away, da
sol, with the cest. Cammining cammining, in the cuor of the forest, at
a cert 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 panetons
and more, more, more and mirtills" she dissed. "Ah, mannagg 'a
maruschella (maybe an expression com: what a cul that I 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.
Cappucciett 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 Cappucciett Red came to the
fint nonn's house, suoned and entered. But when the little and a bit
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
Cappucciett (she was more than a bit stupid, I think, wasn't she?).
Then she dissed: "But... what big okks do 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 Cappucciett, who was more dur than a
block of marm: "But what big oreks do you have, do you have the
orekkions?". And the nonn-lup: "Oh, no! It is to ascolt you better".
And Cappucciett (that I think was now really rincoglionited) said:
"But what big dents do you have!". And the lup, that at this point
wanted to dir: "Cossi ti mai?" (maybe an expression com: to buy to you
the little machine, never?) dissed: it is to magn you better! And
magned really tutt quant the poor little red girl. But (ta dah!) out
of the house a simpatic, curious and innocent cacciator of frodo
(maybe a city near there) 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 the 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 quarced his panz (being
attent not to rovin the pellicc) and tired fora the nonn (still viv)
and Cappucciett (still rincoglionited). And so, at the end, the
cacciator of frodo vended the pellicc and guadagned (Honestly) a sacc
of solds. The nonn magned tutt the leccornies in the cest. Cappucciett
red... beh!, let her stay, because she had capit. And so, everybody
lived felix and content (maybe not the lup!).
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