Uma história escrita pela nova colaboradora do blog!

A pequena (e fofa) história que transcrevo abaixo foi escrita pela Ana, na qual relata, utilizando-se de metáforas, o nosso infortúnio do domingo à tarde:

Mum, the washing machine killed my white shirts

It was another Sunday afternoon in the Ajtósi Dürer sori Kollégium.

Rucola and Apple had just arrived from their short weekend promenade in a Butterfly Land. Olive was preparing her next works on the therapeutic benefits of Nutella and Apricot was writing about her work and the differences between the sun and the moon.

Suddenly, they decided that it was a good idea to wash their clothes. They couldn’t imagine that everything would end in tragedy…

Everything started when they mixed the colorful clothes. Rucola decided to go alone to the dark world where the washing machine lives. For new readers, I can explain that this world is very confusing and sometimes dangerous, because the washing machine’s game is dirty.

Apple was relaxing and then she decided to look for the clean clothes. She was removing the clothes from the machine, when a blue sock was caught as the first suspect of the crime. The world of the machine had betrayed the girls. Suddenly, Apple was nervous and scared; she screamed but nobody heard and ran down the stairs to meet the other roommates. The panic invaded everybody. Rucula proposed desperately to wash everything again in another washing machine, Apricot decided that fighting with the machine would be no use and the betrayal could be costly, Olive interrupted her work and she decided that for the coming  future they would never use this machine again.

But the devil has the form of a washing machine.

New jeans, new socks and new shirts originated from the tragedy, but, despite of that, they now have an exclusive new Spring Collection 2011 in their wardrobes. 

(by Ana Martinez)

Isso é o que dá tentar ser Amélia quando não se tem jeito pra coisa!