you know, once there was a story that surprised me. it was a windy afternoon - like today . the wind was warmer and it kept waiving an old iron panel, standing in top of the saloon door. i remember perfectly that this small grey bird couldn't find the balance, as it was standing on top of the panel. it looks like that small fellow was perfectly enjoying the wind waves, lifting one wing and the other to avoid falling.
it did fall, in fact.
A small fox was looking anxiously to try to catch the bird.
as the bird lost its balance, the fox jumped smoothly, almost catching the grey flying animal.
on the last second the bird waived the wings and, taking advantage of the wind, it just escaped.
i noticed an old man was - as interested as myself - observing all the screen. we both start laughing and the old man, open the sun burned mouth and just told me: you can't catch a bird unless you know where the wind will blow next. as he stopped talking we both notice that the fox was know holding the bird in its mouth, moaning happily while you could
see the poor fellow disappear in its mouth
probably wind blows straight, at the end.
B, you're blowing my mind.
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