The master bookseller he was imprisoned in the fort, with his eyes fixed on the gate from which they, were penetrating mass.
- Here they are! Incoming! Do you understand why this period is called the "Advent"? - He said the ranks of seraphic spaccialibri.
Support, fearless, ready to cope with the annual invasion of the barbarians, holding the only weapon at his disposal. A gun-readable.
Bip ... and one out! Bip ...
- Excuse me now is the book of my child? - Churches-blank a mother, still convinced not to go unnoticed.
Bip. - Lady, hear, do you have a name ... or at least the author of this phantom child?! - Bip. - Or would you guess the timetable for the friar? Next!
- I do not trofie qvesta pounds ... where Goethe put it? Foi help me! Bip.
- Of course lady! For starters, the German-Italian dictionaries are qvella part. Bip.
- Look, I tried "The Lover" of .., um, well, this has not? ... But I forgot the card at home ... you can do something? - Bip. - But cerrto! He drops his pants that the lady ... I also save the money for the book!
Meanwhile, the fort prepared to square, maybe Habsburg conception behind two defensive positions, the Redcoats tried to stem the assault. Bip.
The master bookseller on the other hand, with a solemn tone and magnanimous, he proclaimed
- .. I'm just seventy-five €!
- Excuse me - does a little voice - I could get a discount!?
- Of course, - said our - in front of the library!
timid in the face of this ruling, the voice sketched. - But there is no library, opposite ...
- Miss, - replied the master, rubbing his hands in front of the eyes of young turgid, - repeat after me! "I'm just ..."
- "S.. S.. I'm just ..." whispered Miss Easy ... Hypnosis
- € ... Seventy-five!
- Seventy .. five ... ... eur
- Brava! - He finished strong by the look bewitching. - Has the card?!
- No ... - does the little voice.
- How not? This is very serious ... Miss - but seeing her crouch to the side, took refuge on a kinder, - Come on, there is no remedy at all ...
Bip. Meanwhile the situation was untenable, and the mood more sultry Christmas.
- Excuse me, came out the last of Nino Manfredi The Last Legion ...? - Bip.
- Sure! I'm just ... ottocentocinq Bip.
- Jupiter pluvio Oh! I lost my card, and well inside me fourteen hundred points, which can not credit me?!
Looking exhausted, which contained the answer, he fell on the young. - Miss, but what I wrote here, Santa? Eh? She sees the deer here? Maybe we should make a living nativity scene?!
A glimmer flashed in the eyes of the master bookseller, and all who knew him, they feared this kind of events. - What an idea! The living crib to the Redcoats! - He finished last.
- Things We're going to get a coffee .. - Whispered two redcoats simply disappear, with an air of desertion.
- Silence! The two of you smart guys out of the corner, do the ox and the donkey! The other men however, will be the three kings!
Moments of dismay among the ranks, while the crush of customers had stopped to watch the pantomime theater, however, also free.
- but dressed as? - He said a potential Re magus.
- With his white beard and red coats .. - Judgement.
- But it seems Santa Claus!
- Silence! And 'he who has copied the uniform ...! - He said, giving the air of having the tests.
- And the women ... what will they do? - He asked for a king envious magus.
Mumble, mumble, he thought the Master bookseller stroking his unshaven jaw. - I know! Women will flock to the crib!
A bleating in the background said the news with undisguised contempt.
- What should we wear for the occasion? - He broke one of them, worry about not having anything to put on sheep ..
- Easy, you also get their red coats and white beard! - It was the answer.
- What? - Squeaked one of them - we dressed as the Three Kings? Let it never be! Confuses us!
- But no! - Said the master of the pulpit, - because you stand on all fours!
- But it is uncomfortable and then grinding the beard there ... - The clientelame began to side with the fairer sex, and gave a background buzz signs of revolt.
- Silence! - Thundered the master at arms raised. - Always complaining! Mondine removed from the rice fields that are not more!
- I, King magio not do it! - Taking advantage of the moment, others are absent. - Rather than do the sheep!
- Mutiny! - There was shouting from the pulpit. - Well we do with two, always better than having a dejected King! Meanwhile
of a mare, "said her.
- Here. We lack only the Christmas tree now ...
- Well, I can put the pine, - said passage of the same name.
- Fantastic! - It pleased the creator of the crib. - Now we are ready, all the fields of battle ...
- But it is a nativity scene or an exercise of war? - It's a customer unheard.
- ... must be ready, coming out of the twenty-first pamphlet daughter of Rowling, "Harry Potter runs away ... Hospice of Azkaban"
- Mastro bookseller Excuse us, but who makes baby Jesus?
with a satanic grin on your face, rubbed his hands and said:
- Here in the Eternal Father, there is only one ...
- End of Part -
0 comments:
Post a Comment