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THE BELLISSIM' STORY OF CAPPUCCETT RED.

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 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 panettons and 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. 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 guadagned honestly a sacc of solds. The nonn
magned tutt t he leccornies that were in the cest. And so, everybody
lived felix and content (maybe not the lup!).

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