Chronicle of a Death Foretold? The grandmother's foolproof methods All before the trip began in Hungary, so much MOOLTO time before now.
Chapter 1: My mother sees, for the second time in a week, something small, fast and gray Presegno take a trip, or from mobile to stop watching television the chest next to the sofa, which is in turn next to the dining table, which is trying to eat my mother, her eyes glued to those of the father and one of the many news that act as digestive true now.
The first time my mother had tried to inform the father of the fact he had received in exchange grunts more similar to bovine than to human. But the man of this house is like that. The second time, this time, the grunts, sighs, resigned to give way in which they feed my mother a little hope.
Chapter 2: Here is the genius of my father: Place a trap made of wood, as we will discover more later traitor effectiveness, the only place the house near the mobile-TV in which the already narrow passage now requires the unfortunate passers-by to throw himself on the sofa to overcome the obstacle free.
Chapter 3: Can not miss, in this true story that seems more and more an excerpt of the film "Mr. Bean", a little niece really curious and never stop, besides being always ready to disobey. Emma. Coming to play a bit 'with the grandparents and aunt, in particular, now enriches his young 4 years of experience with a new, "emmoso" episode. Intrigued by the operation of the trap, suddenly his finger close to the bait. Amen.
La trappola viene tolta, la bestia che si nasconde nell'oscurità torna ad essere un miraggio frutto delle traveggole di mia madre.
Fine primo tempo: l'allegra famiglia va in vacanza, la sottoscritta rincasa dopo una settimana di meritato riposo.
Inizia il secondo tempo.
Capitolo 4 : Io e la mia amica Laure guardiamo la tv. Di nuovo l'analoga scena: un movimento repentino ma notato dagli occhi investigatori della mia amica. Adesso è una certezza: d'altronde, non c'è due senza tre.
Chapter 5: Log on stage my cat Matisse, but instead seek foreign presence, his sense of smell leads him to cuddle cat on the sofa first intercepted by his whiskers.
Meanwhile, the film continues, but the background noises make us make the dumb, and turn your head 180 degrees ... magically the basket of bread seems to be populated by an illegal nightclub! Then I take Matisse, literally throw it on the basket, and spin! as the cork of a bottle of champagne a small mouse flies through the air, while in the meantime, the cat, frightened (?!?), escapes through the maze of home.
Chapter 6: Stroke of genius: put the basket of bread in front of the fridge. We wait. Noises. But still nothing. I'm going to see: the bread was made a living: with small claws goes to sneak into the slot next to the fridge. Too quick for our sleepy reflexes.
being too big, the bread gets stuck between the fridge and the wall.
Chapter 7: The same scene: the bread again move away from the fridge, but nothing.
Chapter 8: Genial even greater reuse the famous trap. The charge. I do not know why, but the spirit of my grandson has crept into me and ... wham, what a pain!
try again with the only thing that we find in the fridge: Lindt chocolate, delicious than the milk and nuts.
We load the trap and placed beside the bread and chocolate. After a few moments we feel a little wiggle. We look with disgust faces, ready at the sight of blood topos. Our expressions are stunned when in front of us there comes a trap intact. But chocolate and bread ... gone! That fool, refined a mouse! Meanwhile, we must retrieve the chocolate, otherwise an invasion of ants (and I would say that would not be exactly the case). I can stick to the enterprise with a stove.
Chapter 9: Throw nibbled chocolate, try it all with just the bread. Furby fooled us twice. Despair!
Chapter 10: The holiday of mine is coming to an end. Coming tomorrow ... right: and waiting for them, and a mischievous mouse, there's quite a clogged toilet! Daughter? Ignored!