In Love with France, At Home In Italy

While enjoying my leftover cannelloni (delizioso), I take a casual glance over at the pool and see a black, furry animal sunbathing on the top step. This time I grab my phone and call Farmer G, who says he is on his way. The animal hears me talking and hides in the skimmer. Bad choice for him! I keep watch until Farmer G arrives with his Zappa. Man on a mission.... Nutria taking a break after an invigorating swim Fishing for nutria... The fruit he ate was that hairy dude's ultima cena (Last Supper). Signore Nutria's friends went to Farmer G's house last night for their own ultima cena. They ate two cabbages from the garden before being surrounded by the family dogs after which the petite cognata, Farmer G's spunky sister-in-law, bashed their brains out with her own zappa. After surveying our own territory, we think that our visitor hid inside our Maginot Line yesterday and found himself staying over for a little pajama party. He forgot to bring his pj...

TO: Our brillliant architects and friends, D&G  Subject: bella vacanza? Ciao, We and our dear nutria hope that you had a marvelous vacation. Our Hotel, with its Club Med (especially designed for hairy animals with long tails and gigantic orange teeth) has been a great success with the nutria:they awarded 4 stars to our pool, and above all to our toilet facilities which have been so well used and appreciated by all. They reserved special praise for our excellent clean-up service. As they put it, "there’s a certain Signore J, head of the Poop Patrol, who comes regularly to clean up whatever we leave behind."      We leave tomorrow at 7AM for a little vacation from them. Therefore, we regret to say that it’s possible that for the next few days, the service around here will not be up to its usual standard. Too bad about that.-- baci, D de P  AND ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER? We returned, with great trepidation from our trip to visit friends on the ...