11-08-2009, 07:25 PM
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He was a good talker, but often chose to keep his mouth shut or to speak at a whisper. His father understood everything that he said, whether he spoke in English or Itallian, too. It was so cool! His momma was French, so he had gotten to learn some of that too. She had taught it to all the puppies, while Beppe had made sure they knew what he was saying in Itallian. English was the middle-ground for most family conversations between all the pups and their parents; a language that everyone could understand a bit. His tail wagged when he saw someone up ahead. Was it one of his sisters?! It was kind of coyote-looking, which was familiar. Maybe it was momma! He ran closer, shouting out. "Godelieve, Emma, è che voi? Vasco??" But it didn't seem like it. As he got up nearer he could see the other better, bright turquoise eyes staring at Mason when he spoke. He didn't know why he was yelling! He was singing. Maybe this was someone from Italy who he had never met! He thought that everyone was from Italy because that was where his family was from! He had only ever been around them. "Siete così grazioso! Provenite dall'Italia anche, sì? O la Francia?" |