Friday, March 11, 2011

Mud Wrestling Topless

La parabola delle galline giganti

The sun had just risen and Sandropan walked barefoot on the grass still wet with dew.
Only the crackle of a sprig walked broke the silence of the morning.
Suddenly the Master heard the voice of a giant chicken, which called him from the woods edge.
Sandropan turned and saw her approaching in great leaps. As soon as he came near Gallinone said, "Hello giant chicken, we know, right?"
But the chicken, making no sign of his beak, he replied:
"No Sandropan, maybe you know my cousin, who looks a lot like me. But I have to know you, I often read your blog, and I came to ask you a please "
" Tell me, Gallinone, if I can I will settle willingly "
The chicken giant cousin of the other giant chicken for which he had exchanged Sandropan, seemed undecided, but after a moment of silence, he took courage and said
" Master, I want you to do me a autograph on feathers with this magic marker "and handed
Sandropan a big Blue Stabilo pen, with which the Magnificent affixed his signature that stands out on the white feathers of the right wing.
So while Sandropan walked away to continue his morning walk bare feet, the chicken giant perky went with the autograph on the wing, heading for the roost a few hundred meters away.
But even before you arrive at your destination encountered the cousin, who first had the idea of \u200b\u200bthe autograph on the wing and she had confided.
The chicken giant chicken giant cousin of the autograph he realized immediately what had happened, and felt very insulted and mocked, then, seized with a fit of rage struck repeatedly with the beak of the head with the wing cousin signed up to when it fell to the ground, stunned. The angry Gallinone wasted no time, and snatched away one by one the feathers of the wing marked by the blue marker, which fluttered in the breeze carried to distant lands.
He had to spend much time before the two giant chickens could come back friends.

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