Perrito aullando como si lo estuviésemos matando nosotros a él, en vez de él a la planta:
Dueño tapándole la boca al perrito antes de que los vecinos nos denuncien por maltrato animal:
Creo que a ser CARADURA, a mis perros no les gana NADIE.
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28/2/11
Crónica de una muerte anunciada (I)
Perrito pillado infraganti intentando cargarse la damita de noche:
Perrito aullando como si lo estuviésemos matando nosotros a él, en vez de él a la planta:
Dueño tapándole la boca al perrito antes de que los vecinos nos denuncien por maltrato animal:
Perrito que ve la cámara y pasa de Drama-Queen a Diva:
Creo que a ser CARADURA, a mis perros no les gana NADIE.
Perrito aullando como si lo estuviésemos matando nosotros a él, en vez de él a la planta:
Dueño tapándole la boca al perrito antes de que los vecinos nos denuncien por maltrato animal:
Creo que a ser CARADURA, a mis perros no les gana NADIE.
5/12/10
27/6/10
26/6/10
24/5/10
1/5/10
16/4/10
Fito estará mú canijo pero come que no veas!!
Alineación perfecta
Mañana tengo un terrorífico examen de Pilates. ¿Por qué no lo hace Fito por mí? Si seguro que lo sacaba con Sobresaliente!!!
5/3/10
The Melancholy Death of Ikea Red Bed
Little Fito felt colder than ice
And really, that wasn´t so nice...
Always trembling and shaking!
His features blured out of quaking!
So his parents had a great Idea
And a Red Bed came from Ikea!
That way everybody semmed happy...
...But someone was feeling CRAPPY.
One day (today) Bed, Fito and Wonka were alone,
When suddenly Wonka turned into a crone.
With hate he stared at cute Bed
And rapidly towards her he sped!
With jealousy and anger he chew
Red fabric and white cotton up he threw.
Poor Fito was so inmensely sad...
To look at him made you feel very bad.
The kitchen became incredibly silent,
For what had happened had been so violent.
Freaking dead laid the once beautiful Bed,
The floor cottoned-white and blood-stained red...
When Mickey & Mal came back
They almost had a heart attack.
They thought they have never seen
A side of Wonka which could be so mean.
So: That is how he was caught.
Because the more the little snot fought...
And the faster over him the panic spread,
The guiltier ¡GUILTIER! he pled.
And here ends the short story of The Melancholy Death of Ikea Red Bed, by Malorie Knox.
Author´s Note: Mickey thinks (wisely) that Wonka did it out of jealousy, but not because Fito had Bed, but because Bed HAD FITO. And he wanted him back. He got him:
Dedicated to Tim Burton and HIS WONDERFUL BOOK
And really, that wasn´t so nice...
Always trembling and shaking!
His features blured out of quaking!
So his parents had a great Idea
And a Red Bed came from Ikea!
That way everybody semmed happy...
...But someone was feeling CRAPPY.
One day (today) Bed, Fito and Wonka were alone,
When suddenly Wonka turned into a crone.
With hate he stared at cute Bed
And rapidly towards her he sped!
With jealousy and anger he chew
Red fabric and white cotton up he threw.
Poor Fito was so inmensely sad...
To look at him made you feel very bad.
The kitchen became incredibly silent,
For what had happened had been so violent.
Freaking dead laid the once beautiful Bed,
The floor cottoned-white and blood-stained red...
When Mickey & Mal came back
They almost had a heart attack.
They thought they have never seen
A side of Wonka which could be so mean.
So: That is how he was caught.
Because the more the little snot fought...
And the faster over him the panic spread,
The guiltier ¡GUILTIER! he pled.
And here ends the short story of The Melancholy Death of Ikea Red Bed, by Malorie Knox.
Author´s Note: Mickey thinks (wisely) that Wonka did it out of jealousy, but not because Fito had Bed, but because Bed HAD FITO. And he wanted him back. He got him:
Dedicated to Tim Burton and HIS WONDERFUL BOOK
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