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sudden rain

... and then appeared a prince.

happened when the four, Lou hub and the Italians, after a chair collapsed under the arbor, were rejoicing giust'appunto an unusually warm and dry Mid-Autumn evening with a little 'of spirit when Hub, telling one of his apocalyptic adventures of jaguars and spirits felt imbued with a gentle shiver down gently from the elbow toward the wrist. Tutt'intento in the recount, gave a fleeting glance to his right arm casually noticed a bug (bagarozzo) sizeable walk undisturbed. With a lightning movement grabs the insect which he is unexpectedly pulp between your fingers.

What the f *** is that??

F *** ing smashed bugs, responds Mozzy raising glasses in Moscow on the bandana, to better observe
How comes? Exclaims Lou eyes wide
Do not know, the bloody thing too soft!
Let me Have a look

Lou concludes, welcoming the pulp on the right palm, the spreads a bit ', is the casting of sniff and exclaims:

- Moooooozz! That's bloooody stinky shit! How lucky you are!

- Hey, I never hear about raining shit

We all looked up to heaven, including Fatty, smoky eyes clouded by a blanket of darkness

The first coat does not reveal any miraculous time in arrival, no JJ was just to move to capture some of that embrace quietly exclaims

That's Mr.Frog! Verdoso indicating a creature perched on a beam of the patio, co 'Culina just above the arm of hub.

Never heard about shitting on Mozzies Frogs!
Never Thought They Could shit That much!

And while you never wasted at will, our ranocchiotto for the principality, with a leap conquered land and quiet, without any blemish, he continued proudly, leaving behind Stubbies and ashtrays, until you reach the last rock of the floor outside. We stopped, had to think for more 'than a minute, and when The Little Prince Our attention flickered in the artificial fountain. What Lou received his fiftieth birthday exactly.

Mr. Frog comes home every night, usually after dark. During the day going to work, get the food, saw some friends and comes home every night. Usually at night. We do not know where to go during the day, but once he decided to spend some 'time in the heat of the plastic cap backpack Erika.

JJ It was reassuring to return to the fountain with gentle caresses and sweet words.

A volte accade che torni prima del tramonto e allora si siede sul bordo della fontanella e all'imbrunire canta la sua melodia cra cchiante, fino a quattro, cinque volte consecutive. Dopodichè, rassegnato per un altro bacio mancato, salta negli oscuri abissi della sua fontanella elettrica e spegne la luce.

Ma non temete per il futuro di Mr.Frog, prima o poi JJ lo bacerà.

Meno 6 a Melbourne, gli Australop si preparano al saluto. Il lavoro è stato lavorato. Ancora un po' di cosette da sistemare per alleggerire il backpack. Delikina ha iniziato a fumare come a murderer is a doctor, it seems serious (fuel pump?). Fingers crossed.

The first rain came. The real one, overwhelming, beautiful and abundant.

And she brought (every year! Says Lou) of the blacks who seem beautiful millipede curled Merdin sparrow. Only people living on the inner walls and in the morning for the first time I saw them, was the first coffee, I immediately thought:

"and now what is this animal that horizontal shit?"