¡When the other child was born, it seemed plain witch! Just was a child, and you go to see the neighbors, everyone you ask the midwife to the heir, and when it came out, it yourself: you were the heir, the heir will come, not for I know several days.

The girl, arrupida chamber or in a corner taken on the skirts of the mother, I felt everything, lurked all …

He stopped singing, stopped laughing, he left to play …

When they wanted to comb it, won by the fury pinteta that hold the hair and all find themselves in conflict, making it come the gold flakes in their eyes, stretching them, and with envy frantic to get ugly to become ill. Always had good ganeta: then lost entirely, and with all the patience in the world with all the herbs of San Antonio, with all the deception or kidney, could not make him swallow a caixalada. He fused the colors and desmillorar as if you llevessen pinching the meat, and was always a rabid and xisclaire ferestola. The key did not know what to do and you could only amansirla a little when, leaving the boy in the cradle, took to the slopes, sweep it. Then the little unhappy he embraced his neck, put him under the caparronet beard, and a shameful stuttering, concentrated, muttering words that key, distracted, did not understand …