A Water Dog originating from Spain
Is in no way, shape, or form vain.
While exploring the country he resides in
He happily and politely takes what the town provides him.
Misunderstood for eating sea monsters his entire life
For him, befriending one gives him nothing but strife.
After living three years of living in solitude
He finally befriends not one, but two
And is given a new aptitude.
Italian-to-English translations are in parentheses.
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It's a quiet morning in Portorosso, Italy. Birds are singing, people chatting among themselves, waves crashing against the shore...
And... Dogs are singing?
Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro...Figaro... Figaro!
Figaro! Son qua. Ehi, Figaro! Son qua.
Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro su, Figaro giu, Figaro su, Figaro giu.
Pronto prontissimo son come il fumine: sono il factotum della citta. (della citta, della citta, della citta, della citta)
One building away, a large, gray, and now ornery Cane Corso rose to greet the morning sun. And it wouldn't be that way if not for whoever's uproarious singing was coming from.
Turning the corner, the large dog came across a trash can... With two black legs, hind legs by the looks of them, with white paws, sticking out. The lid was barely open. Whoever was singing in there, not only did the trash can amplify the noise, it woke him from the depths of sleep.
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; a te fortuna a te fortuna, a te fortuna non manchera.
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
A te fortuna a te fortuna, a te fortuna non manchera.
"I bet I know who it is." The dog said in its guttural voice. As the animal in the trash can continued singing, the dog materialized a stone, getting ready to throw it.
Sono il factotum della citta, Sono il factotum della citta,
Della citta,
Della citta,
Della citta~!!!
Negligent whether or not the animal finished its impressive but loud singing voice, the Cane Corso threw the glass bottle. It made a loud and startling noise upon contact. The hind paws disappeared. And a speaking voice rang out.
"Ah! Cos'è stato (What was that)?" Something popped out of the trash can. The animal in the trash can, he was mostly black in fur color, but his chest, paws, chin, and belly were white.
He is incredibly handsome... And also incredibly misunderstood. Like the American Pitbull.
You're probably wondering, how do I know so much about this dog?
I'll tell you why.
THAT dog... Is me.
My name is Galileo. Like that astronomer Galileo Galilei back in the sixteen hundreds that discovered Earth's Orbit, the solar system, and how the planets don't revolve around Earth.
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A Sea Dog's Tale
FantasyA half sea-monster street dog, rumored to have eaten sea monsters all his life, befriends two sea monsters in Portorosso, Italy and is eventually noticed for who he truly is by everyone who resides there. Rated PG for mild death threats and animal...
