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 acert punt she incontered the lup, who
dissed: "Hi! Piccula piezz'egirl! '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 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 rincogl**nited) 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 rincogl**nited).
And
so, at the end, the cacciator of frod vended the pellicc and guadagned honestly
a sacc of solds. The nonn magned tutt the leccornies that were in the cest. And
so, everybody lived felix and content (maybe not the lup!)
