The house is at first floor right A.

Here lives a married couple with her two children. One older, and the other tiny.

The flat has an entrance hall, and the kitchen with a terrace; a dining room with a terrace and a long corridor: on your left hand side two bathrooms; opposite, the computer room; and, to the left, two bedrooms: the children’s and the conjugal.

At the time of writing, the father has gone to work. The mother, clean and in a bathrobe, is in the kitchen preparing her and the children’s breakfasts and the midday meal for when dad arrives.

The little one sleeps in her crib, installed in the conjugal bedroom. The oldest plays in the hallway with two little balls, a pram without doors, a doll, and a dinosaur.

He has made the car run down the corridor with the doll inside it, which has unexpectedly entered the bathroom. Hearing some noises like the one made by drops of water hitting the windowpane, he has left the toys and ran to the kitchen, grabbing his mother by the robe, saying to her as the children say, pulling her:

-Mom, it’s raining or there are leaks in the bathroom. Come on, Mom.”

The mother, laughing, has gone with him to the bathroom. She has told him:

“My boy, it’s not raining. He is the neighbor upstairs who is peeing hitting the water in the toilet bowl, the jerk.”

Be calm and keep playing.

The boy was still playing, but a red ball entered him in the same bathroom. He heard noises and braying like an ass. He got scared and ran to the kitchen to tell his mother and bring her to the bathroom.

“Mom, Mom, I heard thunder, Come to the bathroom. Grandma Daniela says that the Donkeys come when there is thunder and bray, and I have heard thunder and bray.”

The mother went with the child to the bathroom. She told him:

“My boy, it’s the neighbor upstairs, or his son, who throws tremendous balls and brays with joy; I know for sure.

“Keep playing, my boy.”

The boy continued playing. He launched the car into the computer room. She went for him and heard something strange, like rubbing against the wall, like the hippopotamus does when defecating, or monkeys with monkeys touching each other.

The boy got scared and ran to his mother.

“Mom, Mom, I hear strange things in the computer room. Come!”

The mother went with him and said:

“My boy, it’s a newlywed couple who don’t stop fucking. They rub and hug each other, not being able to avoid that their laughter resembles that of monkeys with monkeys. Wall banging is when the guy catches the girl.”

“Mom, is that fucking in the art of loving?”

“But boy!”

“Yes, mom, my friend Broken Ass has told me that to love is to put your cock through a keyhole, or put it in the hole of a facing brick. That one day, they forced a friend from the Caracola school to do it; although, when he took it out, he was bleeding a little, twisting the poor man’s mouth in pain. It’s true?”

“No, my boy, no. How are you so stupid? That is not done.”

“Mom, I don’t.”

“Son, you have to learn to do it very well and be very kind and affectionate with the fair sex that we love. It is true that there is a hole that attracts the female and the male. In the past, it was ours. Today it seems that the one of the boys attracts more thanks to the priests of the church, but this is not so good.

“Come on, keep playing, my chickpeas are burning. When you are older, surely you will learn very well and without reading it. Do not trust what others or teachers tell you. The Book of Life gives us good and bad advice. You will learn.”

“Mom, Mom, at school they teach us to bray, like they do in catechism.”

“Come on, keep playing, and when Dad comes, you tell him.”

“No, Mom. Caracola says that all parents are donkeys who know nothing but braying, and that their dream is to work and fuck.”

A hoarse sound and an unpleasant stridor were heard. The boy exclaimed:

“Mom, Mom, the ass and the dim-witted whore are already doing their thing.”

“Come on, son, shut up and come. You already have breakfast ready.”