the favol of CAPPUCCIETT RED

talvolta è meglio sdrammatizzare, non trovate?
ed allora mi regalo e regalo a chi passa una storiella che mi ha divertito un sacco, ma un sacco…
hehehheheh…sarà che non sono ancora cresciuta, sarà che ho ls testa troppo piena di “favole”…cmq..stà favola di certo fà ridere!!!
buona lettura e buon divertimento!!!
ecco a voi…the favol of

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 capi 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!)

SMACK & SMILE for all the world