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Favolett for today
Aurora called poi RoseUndSpinen
a.k.a the belle principessa sleeping in the bosch







As usual...Once upon a volta ci stevan uàn king and uan quin che lived at the castle and every day dicean:
Quanti ci manca un piccolett ind stu castell gross and big che scorazz e fax casèn!
But lo picciriddu un ni voleva known to come at world...so...a day the queen stebat in the bathroom, well..better...in the vasc avec le paperell de gomma and others little animals whit the solit FROG with a large mouth said her:
My cara Drag queen, before the end of this anno you sfornerai u' picciriddu, statti quieta e lavati che puzzi as a sheep in the shit:)

Infact, before new anno coming...la queen split out a biutiful pupett little little and femminucc---sci wos so bellina che il king made the most marvellous fest never seen in the country...he invaitid all the parentado, sisters, broders sisterinlo' and cuginetti di first second and fucking the avarice stille THIRD graduates:)
Persin all friend and friends of friend...then he inviTotti per le barze and all the good fatines caus of they bring luck end fantastic gifts to the picciridda.
Total of good fates 13 baut you know...the fatines eat in gold plates and the king teneva only 12 golden plates (13 at table brings bad)..ando for this motivo uàn fata had to remain at home
So party began!
Music, superlative cuisine, 26 pigs arrostited avec la big apple in their mouth...exotic fruit, manghi, ananassi, avvocati e maracugià:)...and at a certain point the gud fatines opened their pakkets and tiron out the fantastic regals.
VIRTUE, BEAUTY, WEALTH (that in the house of a king nun ce was!!!!)...and so on...12 incredibles donis for this sculata picciridda born for a frog's prophecy (non lost).
But, while all pipol were clapping the 12ma fatica, ops, fatina...pardon...I mak confusciòn avec le fatiks di Hercules, but...this is another mith.)...arrived imbufalited like an'arpy the tredicesima...(as you knows, as usual 13ma arrives in decembre but in this keis the sindacates was agitated and the tredicesimas pure!

In her big black mantell the fatonzas began to claim loudly, in the mezz of the crowd ...:







I'm not ugly and bad fata so, i'll not kill the picculett BUT she 'll sleep like a ghiro in winter for uàn andred years...when she puncicherà avec la point of a fuseaux.
and she Disapperared!
The king immediatly ordered to flame all the spindles in the reign...so the pupett growup beatiful , gentile, delicious and virtuosas bat whe she was fiftin the Quin end the king went to scampagnat out of the door and RosaSpin (it uos her neim) rimanette alone in the big castle...
she was so curiou indeed and wen up and down, down and up...and at the and she arrived in a large room at the north tower...insai there was a old woman working, look at the caso, at a last spindle remained alive in the country ...
the princesse annette near the vecchiett and le ask? Uòt are yu duing diar befan?
I'm Filando the wool, you are cekaten? answered the old woman, behind the quale ci was la 13ma fatonzas:)
And the princess, again: diar befanìn, uòt is this specie of Ago appuntited?????Ahio cazzooo mi sono puncicatedddddd





Sir Edward C. Burne-Jones
Sleeping Beauty- 1870/1873





and then cadde over the big bed, come principessa morta cade
The prophecy was realized and with the princess every esser animated in the castle began to sleep...even the king and the queen non appens returned from their trip.
Fire is sleeping now, wind is not more blowin'...so there is not the answer finally:)...the trees around the castle grown up at dismisuras tales che the castle began invisible from the other side.
Till the flag on the cima of the proof disappeared and the legend of Rosaspina, the biutiful princess sleeping in the wood arrived at the confines of todo el mundo.
sometimes a pride prince not more blue tried to cross the enormous spinosis bushes, without success...they returned with the coda between thei legs...at their castles...
May years passed by and finally anothre prince, more blue than the others arrived at the hidden castle and after uàn or two tentatives...he si incaponì and said in fron of the big gate spinosos:
No tiengo pauras! I'll arrive til the dormient princess...no erba impedirommi the access, no tree or leaf!!!!
but...you have to kno that effettivamently 100 years right right weere passed by from the pic indolor of the princess...so the prince probably was predestinated to have success...non only because it was blue like a puffo.)
so, after the first sciabolata to the intrepid bush...like a miracle a golden way of roses and flowers appeared to him....
Uòt a big ass, said him to himself....big big ass, just this, then he saw at the roof horses, dogs, cats and mice...all sleeping ...even two worms, sleeping uàn intrecciated to the other...
He entered di course il big porton and in the big salon all the guards of the king ronfing, pogging thei big testes on the lances:)
A big perfum from the high rooms arrived at his nose (It would be my nose col dick that I would rich the princess!!!!) and he.followed it until the big room were the princess was sleeping , beautiful like a star.
He went near her, caressed her blonde an liss long long hair (after 100 years she looks like Uncle IT of family addams) and then, even a princip of lombalgy caused by cavalking his horse for three monts, he kissed focosamente on the red lips Rosaspina.
Suddenly the princess opened her blue eyes (you must know that REAL blueblood princessed are blonde and blue ayes, or not???) nd with her cristalline voice usignolegged: Oh, What happens? Who are you? What did you do, here?...Momy? Daddy???
nel frattime, like another miracle...all in the castle WAKED UP again and at confronto di five minuti before it looks like a fiera of Annunziata Here...a BIg casèn!
The parents, happy t see their doutàr happy and in love (coup de foudre ovviamant between the princess end the blue puffo) they fixed suddenly the wedding day, that was celebrated with big pomp the day after and they still live happy and happy.
The end






PS: nella favola Disneyana le fatine buone erano tre e la cattiva non era stata invitata e quindi si era poi vendicata con la maledizione...
Ho trovato un'altra versione delle 13 fate a tavola e dei 12 piatti d'oro che mi sembrava comunque accettabile, spero lo sia anche per voi...
Buona giornata a tutti, domani probabilmente mi prendo una giornata di ferie, causa impegni familiari...quindi, ci si leggerà Giovedì!
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