Monday, April 18, 2011

Sores On Lips On Dogs

grandfather, the grandson and the burrito. Waterfront



















Una mañana un abuelo decidió ir a la feria que se celebraba en la ciudad a vender un borrico. Enseguida su nietecito le pidió ir con él y así se fueron juntos.



Al salir de la casa el abuelo le propuso al nieto ir caminando al lado del borrico ya que no quería that the animal would tire much as he wanted to sell at a good price, so the grandson agreed.


While walking pulling the donkey crossed with a walker who saw them, commented: "what a silly, look how walking can be mounted on the donkey ..."


grandfather to grandson then asked whether he agreed with what he had heard what the grandson nodded. So he decided to ride the colt over grandson.


grandfather walked While pulling Donkey and his grandson assembled, they passed other walkers. On this occasion also heard what they said: "fine disregard, see that the child be mounted on the donkey, and let Grandpa ... walk."


grandfather to grandson then asked whether he agreed with what he had heard what the grandson nodded. So he decided to remove the grandson and mounted him.


Walking the donkey pulling the grandson and grandfather assembled, they passed new walkers, who commented: "what a rude, looks to be mounted grandfather on that ass, and let the child walk ... "


grandfather to grandson then asked whether he agreed with what he had heard what the grandson nodded. So I decided that the two would travel mounted on the donkey.


While the grandfather and grandson were assembled, they passed some travelers. And this time, as in the other, listened to his comments: "what a cruel, look to be mounted both on the donkey, do you want to burst?" ...


grandfather to grandson then asked: How do you think we should continue?
MORAL: DO WHAT YOU FEEL YOU NEED TO DO, BECAUSE OF ALL SHAPES WHATEVER YOU DO YOU WILL CRITICIZE. Besitos

for everyone, God bless.

wanted to let you leave my house open, but I will go to other blogs, The Feeling of the Poet and other poems of the soul, I leave my baby.

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