I played myself in the soil with Maristela and shot, but the disembarassed one perceived and if it hid. I wise person who age and ran pra to bind. Coitadinha of the Maristela, must be dying of fear and cold, behind that seedbed. I go there, before it gives a chunk! _ Fries It you This explains the lighted light. But, as to prove? Who it would say, n? _ Now, goes somebody to say some thing, and goes pro chess direct! It saw? _ That such passing, there, pra to see? It must be playing the house in the soil! _ If to want, calls a colleague pra a patrol. Any argument serves, but, for the love of God, I do not make as. He has people excessively knowing! _ From fear my language, is? _ Is not this, is that I want to move with the nerves of it, until not supporting more and to blow up, understood? She is one cat fight and rat that goes to win who will be smarter. I am using the same technique that it used with me, when I not yet wise person who age the Duck. Now, it is who is being a duckling, and very ugly, for signal! _ Youngster, you does not go to see the girl? It must be acocorada behind a garden seedbed! If somebody to pass, goes to be well difficult to explain! _ Is same! I go there! It found Maristela squatting, in a crisis of I cry, encircled for a group of curious or desirous people to help. It caught it for hand it said: _ OK, was alone one sustozinho. People go to take an ice cream and it she is well! _ Was not one sustozinho. I never vi you of that skill.