A love story.

- Hello, my boy, he says: for a long time that I seek. “

Pitched his rifle, but stopping just: No, he said, I see the lady of the house. Maybe the wolf to swallow alive. And instead of killing the animal with a bullet took his hunting knife, and carefully opened her belly. Chapellinho soon appeared red and jumped to the ground, shouting:

– Oh! that ghastly place where I’ve been closed!

The grandmother also came out very happy to again see the light of day.

The wolf was still asleep, and the hunter to him mette two large stones in the stomach, sewed everything, and hid with her grandmother and granddaughter to see what would happen.

After a while the wolf accord, and as he was thirsty, he rose to drink the lake. While walking he heard rocks hitting each other, and could not comprehend what was Aquilla, with weight, fell into the lake, and is affogou.

The hunter took his pelle, ate the buns and drank wine with the old woman and her granddaughter. The old felt rejuvenated, and I promise not to make chapellinho embodied in the forest to pass, when his mother lh’o strictly prohibited.

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