Lumino Once upon a time, a young little man. It was not an adult, he was elsewhere. One day he met a horse, saw him, and not to reciprocate the gesture him pecked at him too. "Be careful, that you're hurting me," said the horse wanting to remain Animal (did not want to get off mica grade!). Lumino heard him say, he was seized with astonishment, an old giant of the place. "Why bother the horse, small Lumino?" said the giant with a big booming voice (another giant with whom he used to speak with one voice). "I did not bother, so I can not give mica!" Lumino said, gesturing rapidly. "I do not take the piss, my dentures are made of wood! Now beat you, "and turned it into a woodpecker. The horse, seeing the scene (ie a dinner there, then saw the latent) yelled at the grumpy giant," Why punish the small Lumino? Not a good punisher. I is that I have poetic license (in the sense that it was not entirely ethical, every now and then combining the casino), look back and do it now as it was before. "The giant was not convinced (we said it was with deep voice) but the horse accepted the proposal, which did not seem to appreciate that ax on his wife Proposal. Anger and rage were the horse, which then asked to move both because he could not attack the giant, after the first attack the animal became megante, becoming a poor kilante. Lumino, also attacked kilante, hitting him (the pendulums are very, very bad!) And returned immediately by the horse. When the animal ceased to be Lumino, called the Magician Gna, who was (and therefore not passed out) with a cane. "Cannibal", he said Lumino, loading of a new consciousness (new legs, of course). The magician was offended, and then went out, so he could sell his soul to the devil. Lumina saw the iron horse of the horse and said: "Beautiful! They are made of iron?". The Devil, thinking he was talking about hell, decided to intervene. So the Inter team came to see the scene (other beings capable of do it!), and was astonished (sorry if disturbing, but what happened to their toes?). He refused because the cream was not quite mata, just a little, auks turned suddenly and said, "that I started the game," and the inhabitants (there were many, apparently) as they protested the VAT they have not had arrived. The moral of the story is that my note is a fairy tale. If it was a was a dovola do, but apparently it sounds better that way.
