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Aquest vespre l'he liat bastant. Tenia la roba estesa al pati interior quan ha començat a ploure a bots i barrals. Estava jo meravellat per la gran quantitat de llamps que queien quan de sobte m'he enrecordat de la roba. He sortit corrents per fer entrar l'estenedor, l'he arrossegat fins a la porta i llavors... l'estenedor s'ha plegat, arrossegant tota la roba pel terra. No queda aquí la cosa: he intentat aixecar l'estenedor estirant per l'ala extensible i se m'ha quedat a les mans, arrencada d'arrel. Ops! He hagut de recòrrer a la SuperMami i el seu combo rentadora-assecadora per a desfer el mal. Aix... les presses no són bones per a res!

This evening I've created a big mess. I had the clothes hung outside, at the foldable clothes horse - what a strange name - when it started raining cats and dogs. I was so delighted seeing all the lightnings cross the sky - oh, I love Rain - when I suddenly remembered about the clothes. I've run outside in order to carry the horse inside. It was easy until I had to cross the door, where the horse just folded throwing all the clothes to the wet floor. I tried to lift it all pulling strong the extreme I had in my hand, and as a result it got broken. Ops! I've had to call SuperMummy and her powerful washer-dryer to undo the mess. You know, hurrying never did any good!