Little Angel was sick.
He had Flu.
His mama shut him up in his room.
“Little Angel, don’t get out of your bed,” said his mama.
“Oh no, mama,” said Little Angel.
She had hardly gone out when Little Angel jumped out of bed and opened the window.
A lady was passing by underneath.
Little Angel made pipi over her.
The lady said: “It’s raining,” and she started to run.
Little Angel liked this.
Little Angel took some more Camomile Tea so he could make some more pipi.
A gentleman passed and Little Angel made pipi again.
The gentleman’s hat was all wet with pipi.
“I’ll hit you,” he yelled, very angry.
Little Angel hid himself.
The gentleman went away shouting: “Those people are pigs.”
Little Angel stayed in bed until the elephant and the horse came in.
They both made pipi on Little Angel.
The elephant ate Little Angel’s bed.
The horse got up on the wardrobe and licked all the paint off the wall.
Afterwards he made caca in the Camomile Tea.
“You see,” said the elephant.
