more One morning he woke up in bed beside her was empty. Sure, he recalled, business travel, as always, and while she take care of the child and do everything ... The girl, what a jewel the girl, she was singing again, if no one can sleep well, if at least do something ... But no, you laugh generation ni-ni ... The princess of her father spent the day there, singing and dancing, and filling the house of bugs, what to study, come to find her prince?, and it was her house, "helping" ... Because obviously, what help was to speak, to see who is ready to eat in a dish that has been scrubbed a skunk with its tail ... So no, I did it all and then to review what the child has "cleansed." And while her husband wanted to travel, always outside, always ignoring him ... If you already what her mother said, do not marry with that, it's a parasite, and on top of ugly ... Ah, but she, young, beautiful, the feeling of a small town like this would do to give him the win ... And there was, in the same small town where nothing ever happened with same people and their stories always repeated a thousand times ... and the girl singing in the downstairs without letting sleeping ...
got done with a plate that had not touched the squirrels and made breakfast, went to shower but there was no hot water, did not know the damned deer scrub with cold water ... As every morning, stood before the mirror and asked
- Mirror, mirror who's the fairest of them?
The mirror kept an uncomfortable silence and said to his menacing look
- Oh, honey, but do not get mad ...
White WHAT? This was already High, what was missing, the mirror of his grandmother he was doing this, she, who had been the most beautiful of that stupid kingdom during the last thirty years ...
- Queen, I watch you come, do not get well, you're still a leader among those older than 25 ... No! Stop sign up with that dish that you know I'm fragile ... Besides curry, which is that you wear these dark circles do not promote anything ...
- It's over, it's over, that child has to leave this house or I go crazy, mirror.
- Okay, okay, but I already think more calmly then hey, that hot stuff ...
decided to heed the mirror (if his family had preserved for six generations would be about something) and decided to return to his room to rest until the screams of unbearably sweet voice interrupted
- Madras! Madras! Look! I brought you some flowers!
Stupid girl, twelve years living in the same house and had not yet learned that she was allergic to pollen.
- Sure, nice, leave them there ... Hey, do you know if the hunter has already come?
- Yes, I saw it before and managed to persuade him not to kill my little ones and make a garden.
- Fucking idiot ...
- What, Madras?
- nothing pretty, nothing, you can go.
continued ...
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