"The garden! The garden, "cried Bortolo.
Oh yes, the whole garden was broken, destroyed.
so that a problem arose. A
Bortolo had been wronged.
Someone obtorto neck, he had the stolen goods.
A short horse at a trot.
"Dead, I want it," said Bartolo, and bared his torso.
Horse distracted
trotted all the wrong.
Bortolo yanked him,
at times, drew him to himself, drew a quiver
,
but resulted in a bite.
Trotta of a sudden, horse flies away.
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