There was a big girl, downtown, she didn't mind to be stolen. There were two men too, one was Foot, a black, tall, hatted man. The other was a very nasty one, too white, too thin, and too bad, with his slim face. This last one, in a certain moment, after he saw the big girl, he came to her and asked, like a green and viscous snake, "Hey pretty girl, you're so good-looking, this neighbourhood don't deserve it... wouldn't you like to give it to aaaall the world?" and she said "Get out of my shoulder, Mr. Mouseface! I know you, and even if I didn't, you're so ugly with your bad voice and small eyes that I would never take a step at your side, your little serpent."
If she were not that big, he would eaten her. That's it.
If she were not that big, he would eaten her. That's it.
O "Mr. Mouseface" me lembrou uma adolescência perdida do Allan Hadwood, and the girl, uma versão menos tola da Maxine.
ResponderExcluirE isso pareceu uma história que a Anne contaria facilmente... Sem alguns dos vocábulos, mas sim.
(V. Anne Berry)
Interesting.
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