Tant ma tant temp ago, ce stava 'na little Cappucciett Red. One mattin
her mamma dissed: "Dear Cappucciett, take this cest and go 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 capì 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 panetùns 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
thenonn'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
youhave 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: "Càssi tùi 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 squarced 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
gnént. And so, everybody lived felix and content (maybe not the lup!).
THE FIN
her mamma dissed: "Dear Cappucciett, take this cest and go 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 capì 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 panetùns 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
thenonn'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
youhave 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: "Càssi tùi 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 squarced 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
gnént. And so, everybody lived felix and content (maybe not the lup!).
THE FIN
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