after Lucio snoring wake up with a long, fierce indeed, stretching slowly to occupy the house. Then, as if it were a puppy lobopial, with all that is known of his infinite tenderness when they wake up under the hole on the soft fleece rug, suddenly opened his eyes and scratched his head.
never complained about the strict schedule imposed by the care of the species and the many responsibilities of the farm.
That Monday, after breakfast, not put on his boots to walk through the woods or a knife in his belt. Went barefoot in the garden look and calculate the time.
On rainy days the lobopiales not venture outside. And although the distance did not notice the arrival of rain, bugs and sleep covering their tails and blowing whistles fox almost imperceptible. Cristina
would take to bring drums treated milk. She knows that when water is emerging not eat anything. I, however, I always thought that these poor creatures did not rather than rebel against the prison treatment they endured. We had talked many times with Lucio. Since the last attack
sleeping dress, I just took off her shoes, and by midmorning, after the heavy task, came home to shower and change clothes. Lucio has always been an excellent storyteller, and his specialty, jokes about nature, was part of our tradition recreational especially under the heavy rains that often extend over several weeks on the village.
There was more than a dozen homes, small, white, soft windows under the larches. People lived for his work in the city, except a couple of agronomists who installed sarquídeas a berry farm on his land and not without effort, managed to place all production to a factory in Slovakia locks. Lucio
oil a general desobstructora gear when the first drops were heard strongly on the tin roof of the house. I washed the troughs in front of the kitchen window, to take advantage of the rinse water, rich in nutrients, the double row of Mursal who were the true passion of Cristina. She
every evening at dusk, out with a tea strainer to collect the litter minimum those bushes upright like skinny boys. Then put to soak the delicate gray ribbons, they began to drop short oily bubbles, whipped in a food processor with a handful of sugar, an apple cut into small dice and sometimes ice. With what pleasure roared smiling when his drink was ready.
But now that the rain grew stronger, Cristina did nothing but regret for not having collected the litter before. We laughed so with Lucio. In such circumstances it had no choice but to accept it and kill my banana fritters. Lucio
sometimes let out the old jukebox tunes, we knew then the lobopiales sedaban incredibly.
We realized later, after the attack. Tearing Cristina Lucio changed the bandage, which improved slowly. This Maybe it was me who to perform the rite of Lucio put on a record. Then
music. A Ballad of Miles Davis ... and filtering through the melancholy notes of the trumpet, one by one, the sharp cries of the beasts that were transformed into languid shadows of a rumor that eventually dilute our surprise. We all looked, even Teresa was about to leave and not moving then the house, perhaps panic, or the wound was still shocked when he walked, held our breath, looking almost surreptitiously, without moving.
Cristina, I had some anxiety or distress that mobilized to extremes, unhooked the safety of your Colts and set out the burrow area. We feel a whistle as lightning and before he lost his touch of silver were with her. Motionless pointed out the holes, while containing his reflections on the glossy stock.
sleeping beasts stretched side by side, hugging the huge fox tails, making a sharp sound that I found almost imperceptible like a south wind that blows between the reeds Lucio tupardas dryer at the bottom built .
Teresa, before leaving, we left the plane charted for the network of speakers. He laughed. Well, we all laughed, actually. It was the first and only time in all those years that Teresa used knowledge of their specialty Technician Audio and Video, in what she called the incredible view of all my efforts as a student to music in the sleepy from a scaly beasts sad.
Had the information we had before prevented many headaches. But Lucio did not make too much trouble. Cristina either. Eventually
fell in love. I saw this coming ... much time together, preparing seedbeds Saric green background, or treated milk for lobopiales ... already knew, but nobody said anything.
Cristina was also especially curious about things. I always admired that virtue itself is a remarkable condition encouraged so many questions. As if you did not already too.
Teresa took long vacations, her leg was completely healed and was able to complete his doctorate. Now in charge of the Laboratory of Aquatic Species, University of Belgrade, every now and write me, send some postcards that opening sounds that refer, undoubtedly, to raise a husky puppy lobopial. We always said it was Lucio flower bean bag kit, but never admitted Teresa and the same Lucio has fun with the idea, of course.
I have discovered in recent months, after repeated testing of some dandruff in times of heat release, which lobopiales, as suspected with Cristina, are sensitive to pollen Mursal. We
concerned. Three deaths in two months is an average high for the natural mortality rate recorded in these animals.
try to improve the milk with some compounds that we cancel the effect of pollen on their bodies.
But we find solution for Lucio. Several days ago it feels listless, and every word whistles thin, porous lobopiales similar to that of males who are dying.
