Notes

the bronto live a quiet neighborhood. They go slowly here and plant trees and shrubs, eating trees and shrubs and hang their clothes to dry on a laundry endless strings. They talk about the beautiful and the bad weather, and when it is hot, they invite their neighbors to come feast around the pool. The Iggo the Stego the ceratops is LEAD slip into the large pool and everyone has fun farm. Right next to Bronto in, there is a very large house for sale. Everyone wants to know who will settle. I hope they like to swim, said Madame Bronto. I hope they grow the ferns, said Mr. Bronto. I hope they like electronic games, say every little Bronto. And they wait together, hoping all very strong. Fare then Mr. and Mrs. Rex Rex and five grandchildren. The neighbors have cut the breath. Neighbors quickly draw their curtains. The neighbors closing their doors and run key in the basement. How long will we stay here. Request a small Bronto. Until they moved, meets Madame Bronto, hidden behind a large chair. All remain very calm, whispering Mr. Bronto the bottom of a large wardrobe. They all remain calm, very calm. They remain the days. Everyone is hungry and when they are hungry, the very sound of Bronto emit gargouilllis. We make too much noise, breath Mr.Bronto of her cupboard. I'm picking ferns, declared Mrs. Bronto. And it starts as soon look for food. When she arrives at the top of the stairs she perceives on the floor, right outside the front door, a white envelope. She quickly picks up and reads: We would be happy to receive a dinner Saturday night. The Rex family. Mrs. Bronto back down as fast as his large paws allow. She hands the letter to her husband. I knew that Rex were not very friendly, but this really makes me angry. Think about it. They invite us ... For us eat! With that, he returns as soon as a cabinet. Saturday arrives. The Bronto tremble with fear. About five o'clock, sir Bronto out of his closet and sniffs the air. It floats a strange odor. What is it? He asks. I've never felt anything like it. Exclaimed Mrs. Bronto come out from behind his chair. All together, the Bronto out of the basement guides by the smell, to the terrace and the garden. Very discreetly, they cast a glance over the fence. Mr. Rex is in his garden, dons an apron that reads: A kiss for cooks. He looks up and smiles. His teeth sparkle, his eyes shining, his mouth very wide, runs a thread of saliva. Here you are! Exclaims there. Come on. We penisons that person would never come. There steaks on the grill for us and Mrs. Rex prepare a small vegetarian delight. Say so there is no neighborhood life here? Come on, it's time for the big feast. Mr. and Mrs. Bronto shall exchange a look. Mrs. Rex brings Cesar salad, Mr. Rex returns steaks. Everyone has fun much. Everyone eats a lot. Children play on the computer. new shrubs were planted. And we sit around the pool to talk about the good and bad weather. Until sunset.