Red crow, keep your scalp!
In the tribe of the stupid Blackbirds, the wild Indians, rough and unkempt like some ugly thugs who meet in discos on Saturday nights, there is an air of tension these days: and it is not the usual breeze that usually blows from North-South-West-East (and sometimes even from the center), this is really true tension, like the one you feel, while still suckling, the first days of kindergarten, just to avoid making the idea!
The great leader, Merlo Un Pelo Più Intelligente, has in fact announced to the tribe of blackbirds that, finally, after numerous seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades and centuries, the message of the great God more intelligent than all, the Communist spirit Red Crow, is about to arrive, with a Franco Rosso trip, in the ramshackle tribe, or better to say herd of microcephales.
All are gathered around the large temple, which would then be a renovated 25 sq m three-room apartment with little money. Here, in fact, it is said around, the massage (Thai?) will arrive, oops, the message of the old feathered sage crossover, with linings in eight different colors, in canvas, very comfortable, starting from 48 euros not negotiable: do not miss this exceptional opportunity, call our telephone number immediately .... Sorry for the interruption, we are waiting for the TV technician.
We were saying, all the yokels are waiting for the candid, comfortable, affectionate voice, like that of their mother, but in the present case it is that of the Red Crow who, as far as we know, is not a mother, much less yours.
But here she is, she is coming, in a roar that sounds like a lightning bolt, while the roar is that of thunder: "Red Crow, please, talk to us, and stop this noise that is making us stupid!". "A moment of calm, young people, and beware, that today I am easily irritable. So, let me find the paper, eh ..., ah, here it is. Here it says: 'do not touch the feathers of the Red Crow that lives in the forest of Sherwood, otherwise Robin Hood and his friends will make you a ... ': no, sorry, I meant 'Otherwise the people of the Pale Faces will come who, at the command of their leader, will destroy you all, poor fools' ". "But tell us, please, what will this great boss you talk about in such a terrible way be called, even if it were Fiorello's last record?". "His name is ..., ..., ..., Tex Willer!". At this warning, which I never understood what he means, many voices arose, among which the clearest was: "Red Crow, would you mind letting go of the reeds before talking to us?". At this point Red Crow, who had become Raven Black Like A Beast, left that pile of stupid (Blackbirds) and went away, without ever returning to hear, not even a call to say if he was all right.
And of all that story we now remember the legendary question that Merlo Fesso But So Much Smart That The Others In Comparison Have Just Graduated asked his boss: "But if we can no longer touch the red feathers what the hell do we do, let's write everything in black?". And the boss: "Why do you care about how we can write, writing has not yet been invented!".
