He fell asleep while his mother was reading him the poem. A curly-haired puppy, totally unusual, dressed in a blue jumpsuit with a chest pocket appeared in his dream. I've got here a duck egg, he whispered secretly, looking left and right so no one would hear him. Rotten, he specifies. His mother, such a good duck, made me swear I'll take care of it. I won't go into details, because you're not even five years old and you're not ready to understand about the food chain. He took out the egg and gave it to him. I'm entrusting it to you, because I couldn't. I'm greedy.
Marian Bircea
When you have children, you have joy, as a saying goes. They got a curly black puppy for the boy. As the child was, so was the dog. Selfish. His sister couldn't fit into this relationship. So they bought her a puppy of the same breed but white to stop her crying. They didn't call the dogs Day and Night, but Sniff and Dolly. Little did anyone know that early winter was the start of the canine rut. So Sniff and Dolly took turns having four babies. One white, one black and two khaki.
Dana Mihaela Dragnea
How many lice-ism must you have in the tangled fur of your brain and how many epic ticks must have poisoned your inspiration to bark (on) such a theme?? Listen: Curly-haired puppy. I'm already going to look for a tree. I light a cigarette. She smokes industriously. Just her, because her mind's gone. Totally. A tree top branch with greenish, wavy, wind-ruffled tufts enters lasciviously into my ear. What do you want, you kinky hazel? Let me just tell you that I've been sitting next to you like a puppy for a while, and you still haven't written anything. You, fool.
(Translated by Florina Georgiana Țîncu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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