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WIZARD- HEART

               Something in the closet was making a strange noise, so I opened the door and... I found a lovely dog, very very small and I saw his collar. On this, there was the address of a small village, on the mountains, very very high, the name was "Wizard-Heart. The following week-and (it was 31st October) I went to this city (the name was Invisible-town) by scooter. My parents didn't know my mission. The village was farther than I thought and I ran out of petrol. I had to push my scooter up to the village. Around the village I met a thick fog. The village was on the departmental road. On the left of the road, I saw a saloon. I came in and I met a very very old man. I asked him: "Could I have a bed because I'm very tired?" "Of course, if you also want a beef-burger, you can ask me." "I'm sorry, but I haven't any money." "Never mind. Go to the upper floor, in the bedroom 17" "But 17..." "Shut up, go to the 17th." "Ok. Could I pick up my dog too?" "Certainly." I went up and I looked for my bedroom. I opened the door and I looked for the switch. I didn't find it, but I saw one and I lighted it with my lighter. I started watching my bedroom, and I noticed an old book. I started to reading it, and at that moment the dog yapped.  I didn't think about it, and I went on. The book talked about the legend of Wizard-heart. Many hears ago there was a meeting of Wizard Which killed all the population of the mountain. I shuddered thinking about the old man, because he might be a Wizard. I decided to run away, but I couldn't: the door was locked. I came back to the book and when I read the final word I was by long-distance transmitted up to the mountain peak. Here, there was a meeting of wizards. I was very frightened. They chained me and I'm still on this mountain. The Wizard-master poured me a potion and I had to drink it. It gave me immortality. I will have to undergo this torture forever...

...But I learnt a lesson: never trust Halloween invitations.

Gelati Francesco ,Vincenzi Andrea, Baraldi Giulio, Previdi Luca.

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