"What a f*****g idea! Your father is a genius." He muttered.
"Because he is shitting on school? He's a professional talker... but all are good in words."
"No, no... he gave me a terrific idea, but I'll tell you later."
In the shed where he raised chickens, Edoardo Bazzagli had a surprise in store.
"Look at these wonders!" He said, pointing to some cages apart, separated from the chicken farm area, and divided from each other by opaque panels that prevented the occupants from seeing their neighbours.
Inside, roosters were crowing, far less fat than those we are used to seeing in our farmyards, all intent on putting on airs with their c***s, but unusually tall and robust.
"These are real Peruvian Navajeros, - the landlord explained - and the others over there are Haratis, who come from
