Sharing life stories

BY Ricardo Mancini

      My aunt was born in São Paulo.  When she was a child my mother and she had two little birds and her bird was very fat .Her bird ate a lot and my mother’s bird didn’t eat anything because my aunt’s bird ate all the food.

     After some weeks my mother’s bird died and my aunt’s bird each day was getting fatter and fatter…

Some day my aunt and my mother bought a cat and this cat found the fat bird when no one was looking and he ate the bird.

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