TEMPURALO When it comes ...
This morning I was happy that one of the happiest you can: Mom and Dad explained to me that it was going to spend the weekend in the mountains, as there was in Milan infernal heat. We are, in practice, fled ... When you arrive at Dorga, Val Seriana, I rushed into my garden, which is the most beautiful in the world. There are beautiful flowers (hydrangeas, roses, irises, lilacs, daisies, rhododendrons, peonies), beautiful trees (maple, beech, red), vegetables and smells beautiful (Zucchini, eggplant, tomatoes, basil, rosemary, sage). It's my paradise. And in the garden, the sun, my mom made me play immediately, he put his back, we played like two matte. What a beautiful weekend! In the afternoon .... Madonna of the puppies! The thunder started and I, as usual, I started to shake, to make me fear him. Then it started to rain e. .. even worse. Fortunately, mom and dad bought me a special anti-tempuralo headgear that protects me and the boss defends me, making me fall FIFA. What great parents I have. Just my luck. 
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