There are things in life that deserve our attention, our energy, and our time. Others… well, perhaps they only deserve a shrug and an “alright, fair enough.” 🤣
Há coisas na vida que merecem a nossa atenção, a nossa energia e o nosso tempo. Outras… bem, talvez mereçam apenas um encolher de ombros e um “pronto, está bem”. 🤣
Nem tudo precisa de uma resposta. Nem todas as opiniões precisam de ser levadas a sério e nem todos os problemas têm de passar a ser nossos.
Às vezes, proteger a nossa paz é simplesmente aprender a escolher melhor onde colocamos a nossa energia.
Não significa fugir das dificuldades ou viver numa bolha onde tudo é perfeito. Significa perceber que não conseguimos crescer se vivermos permanentemente no meio do caos.
Há dias em que é importante parar, respirar fundo e perguntar:
“Isto merece mesmo a minha atenção?”
Porque a nossa energia não é infinita. E, convenhamos, já temos trabalho suficiente a tentar organizar a nossa própria cabeça sem adoptarmos gratuitamente os problemas do mundo inteiro! 😂
Proteger a nossa paz não é egoísmo.
É uma forma de cuidarmos de nós… para conseguirmos continuar presentes naquilo que realmente importa. ❤️
Com carinho,
Carla,
As confissões de uma miúda gira 🥰❤️
Versão em inglês
Protecting our peace🕊️
There are things in life that deserve our attention, our energy, and our time. Others… well, perhaps they only deserve a shrug and an “alright, fair enough.” 🤣
Not everything requires a response. Not every opinion needs to be taken seriously, and not every problem has to become our own. Sometimes, protecting our peace is simply a matter of learning to be more selective about where we invest our energy. It doesn’t mean running away from difficulties or living in a bubble where everything is perfect. It means realizing that we cannot grow if we are constantly living in the midst of chaos. There are days when it’s important to pause, take a deep breath, and ask yourself:
“Does this really deserve my attention?”
Because our energy isn’t infinite. And let’s be honest—we already have enough work trying to sort out our own minds without taking on the problems of the entire world for no reason! 😂
Protecting our peace isn’t selfish. It’s a way of taking care of ourselves… so that we can remain present for the things that truly matter. ❤️
Out in the yard, Fenando was in full Sherlock mode, while Jacks paced back and forth on patrol. “HEY, HEY, ALBERTOOOOO!” Jacks shouted. “I’m right here!” Alberto replied, annoyed. Suddenly, a shadow darted past the window.
Capítulo 166 — Um Fantasma Importante… e Unhas Perfeitas! 🤣💅
Nessa noite, a Miúda Gira sonhou com a avó.
— Minha querida, o Alberto é um fantasma muito importante. Mantém-no em casa… como se fosse família.
A Miúda Gira acordou de repente.
— Óptimo! Agora tenho oficialmente um fantasma adoptado! 🤣
Quando contou o sonho, Alberto ficou muito vaidoso.
— Eu sempre soube que era importante!
— Calma, Alberto — interrompeu Consuela. — Não te entusiasmes demasiado!
Entretanto, Consuela sentou-se tranquilamente a pintar as unhas.
— A Francisca continua à solta! — avisou a Miúda Gira.
— Eu sei. Mas posso enfrentar o perigo com unhas bonitas! 💅😂
No quintal, Fenando estava em modo Sherlock e Jacks patrulhava de um lado para o outro.
— BICHI, BICHI, ALBERTOOOOO! — gritou Jacks.
— Eu estou aqui! — respondeu Alberto, irritado.
De repente, uma sombra passou junto à janela.
Fenando arrepiou o pêlo. Jacks escondeu-se.
Alberto desapareceu.
E Consuela continuou a pintar as unhas.
— Se for a Francisca, esperem cinco minutos. O verniz ainda não secou! 🤣💅
📋 Relatório da Consuela 📝
Alberto: importante… e agora convencido! 👻
Francisca: continua suspeita.
Fenando e Jacks: em alerta máximo.
Consuela: preparada para tudo… depois de secar o verniz!
Conclusão: nesta casa, até os fantasmas são família. Mas ninguém interrompe uma manicure! 🤣🤣💅
Com carinho,
Carla,
As confissões de uma miúda gira 🥰❤️
Versão em inglês
The Chronicles of a Cool Girl 🥰 ❤️ Chapter 166 — An Important Ghost… and Perfect Nails! 🤣💅
That night, the Cool Girl had a dream about her grandmother. “My dear, Alberto is a very important ghost. Keep him in the house… treat him like family.” The Cool Girl woke up with a start. “Great! Now I officially have an adopted ghost! 🤣”
When she told him about the dream, Alberto got quite full of himself. “I always knew I was important!” “Easy there, Alberto,” Consuela interrupted. “Don’t get too carried away!” Meanwhile, Consuela sat calmly, painting her nails. “Francisca is still on the loose!” the Cool Girl warned. “I know. But I can face danger with beautiful nails! 💅😂”
Out in the yard, Fenando was in full Sherlock mode, while Jacks paced back and forth on patrol. “HEY, HEY, ALBERTOOOOO!” Jacks shouted. “I’m right here!” Alberto replied, annoyed. Suddenly, a shadow darted past the window. Fenando’s fur stood on end. Jacks dived for cover. Alberto vanished. And Consuela just kept on painting her nails. “If it’s Francisca, give it five minutes. The polish hasn’t dried yet! 🤣💅”
📋 Consuela’s Report 📝 – Alberto: important… and now, full of himself! 👻 – Francisca: still suspicious. – Fenando and Jacks: on high alert. – Consuela: ready for anything… once her nail polish dries! Conclusion: In this house, even the ghosts are family. But nobody interrupts a manicure! 🤣🤣💅
They feel too much. They think too much. They conjure up scenarios that never happened and manage to turn a simple “ok” text message into an investigation worthy of a crime drama.
If there were a place to commit overly complicated hearts, I believe many of us would already have a bed reserved. 🤣 Because some hearts just don’t know how to stay still. They feel too much. They think too much. They conjure up scenarios that never happened and manage to turn a simple “ok” text message into an investigation worthy of a crime drama. “Why did they just say ‘ok’?” “Are they angry?” “Did I do something wrong?” And just like that… the heart panics, and the mind immediately starts assigning tasks! 😂
Then there are those hearts that know perfectly well that a certain person is no good for them, yet they hold on—clinging to hope much like someone waiting for a cat to suddenly start doing the dishes. They know it’s probably never going to happen… but they keep on waiting. 🤣 Some hearts want to run away, but are afraid to leave. Others want to stay, but have already realized they can’t go on. Some crave silence, while others make such a racket inside us that we can’t even hear our own thoughts.
It’s a true emotional asylum. But perhaps the problem isn’t having a confused heart. Perhaps what matters is learning, little by little, how to take care of it. Knowing when we need to open the door to someone… and when we need to—with all the calm in the world—close that door and tuck away the key. Not everything we feel has to stay. Not everyone we love has to remain. And not every story needs the ending we once imagined. Perhaps growing up is also this: continuing to feel, while learning not to get lost in the midst of what we’re feeling. Because our heart may well be a true asylum… But with time, affection, and a bit of patience, perhaps we can turn that chaos into a place where it’s actually possible to live in peace. ❤️
Fenando looked at him. — Excellent surveillance. If the criminal shows up, at least they’ll die of boredom. Alberto continued to speak, growing increasingly agitated: “Dad… they’re arguing… Don’t let them take the invention!”
Nessa noite, finalmente, reinava o silêncio.
Fenando dormia enrolado numa manta.
Jacks ressonava no sofá, abraçado a uma bolacha.
E Alberto… bem… Alberto dormia a flutuar junto ao teto.
De repente, começou a murmurar:
— Não… não mexas nesse tubo de ensaio…
Fenando abriu um olho.
Jacks levantou uma orelha.
— Fenando… ele está a falar sozinho?
— Não, Jacks. Está a dar uma conferência científica enquanto dorme. Claro que está a falar sozinho!
Alberto continuou:
— O laboratório… uma bancada enorme… tantos tubos de ensaio… Pai, cuidado!
Fenando sentou-se imediatamente.
— SHHHH! Cala-te, croquete! Ele está a sonhar!
Jacks ficou pasmado.
— Está a sonhar com a invenção?
Alberto começou a mexer-se no ar.
— Há duas pessoas… estão de bata… não consigo ver as caras…
Sherlock Fenando pegou imediatamente no seu bloco de inspector e começou a escrever.
— Laboratório. Bancada enorme. Tubos de ensaio. Duas pessoas de bata… finalmente, uma pista que não envolve bolachas!
Jacks colocou uma pata no peito.
— Eu também posso ajudar!
— Como? — perguntou Fenando.
— Vou ficar acordado a vigiá-lo!
Cinco segundos depois, Jacks estava a ressonar novamente.
Fenando olhou para ele.
— Excelente vigilância. Se o criminoso aparecer, pelo menos morre de tédio.
Alberto continuou a falar, cada vez mais nervoso:
— Pai… eles estão a discutir… Não deixes que levem a invenção!
Fenando aproximou-se lentamente.
— Alberto… quem são eles?
O fantasma mexeu-se de repente e gritou, ainda a dormir:
— O SOOOOLE MIOOOOO!
Jacks caiu do sofá.
Fenando deixou cair o bloco.
— PRONTO! A pista transformou-se num concerto! Era demasiado bom para durar!
E enquanto Alberto continuava a dormir, Sherlock Fenando olhou para Jacks.
— Amanhã vamos descobrir o que significa aquele laboratório.
Jacks bocejou.
— Depois do pequeno-almoço?
Fenando suspirou.
— Sim, Jacks.
— Com bolachas?
Fenando fechou os olhos.
— Infelizmente… sim.
Continua… 🤣🔬👻🐾
Com carinho,
Carla,
As confissões de uma miúda gira 🥰❤️
Versão em inglês
The Chronicles of Fenando, Jacks, and Alberto 🐱 🐶 👻 Chapter 169— Alberto Talks in His Sleep… and the Invention Wakes Up! 🤣🔬👻
That night, silence finally reigned. Fenando was asleep, wrapped in a blanket. Jacks was snoring on the sofa, clutching a biscuit. And Alberto… well… Alberto was asleep, floating near the ceiling. Suddenly, he began to mumble: — No… don’t touch that test tube… Fenando opened one eye. Jacks perked up an ear. — Fenando… is he talking to himself? — No, Jacks. He’s giving a scientific lecture in his sleep. Of course he’s talking to himself! Alberto continued: — The laboratory… a huge workbench… so many test tubes… Dad, watch out! Fenando sat bolt upright. — SHHHH! Quiet, you little croquette! He’s dreaming! Jacks looked stunned. — Is he dreaming about the invention? Alberto began to stir in the air. — There are two people… they’re wearing lab coats… I can’t see their faces… Sherlock Fenando immediately grabbed his inspector’s notepad and began to write. — Laboratory. Huge workbench. Test tubes. Two people in lab coats… finally, a clue that doesn’t involve biscuits! Jacks placed a paw on his chest. — I can help too! — How? — asked Fenando. — I’ll stay awake and keep watch over him! Five seconds later, Jacks was snoring again. Fenando looked at him. — Excellent surveillance. If the criminal shows up, at least they’ll die of boredom. Alberto continued to speak, growing increasingly agitated: “Dad… they’re arguing… Don’t let them take the invention!” Fenando approached slowly. “Alberto… who are they?” The ghost stirred suddenly and shouted, still fast asleep: “O SOOOOLE MIOOOOO!” Jacks fell off the sofa. Fenando dropped his notepad. “GREAT! The clue has turned into a concert! It was too good to last!” And while Alberto kept on sleeping, Sherlock Fenando looked at Jacks.
“Tomorrow, we’ll find out what that laboratory is all about.” Jacks yawned. “After breakfast?” Fenando sighed. “Yes, Jacks.” “With cookies?” Fenando closed his eyes. “Unfortunately… yes.”
Personally, I’ve already accepted that that would just be too much work! 🤣
At the end of the day, perhaps we should look a little more inward… and also backward. Not to get stuck in the past, but to appreciate the path we’ve already traveled and everything we’ve managed to overcome. Sometimes we’re so busy thinking about what’s still left to do that we forget to acknowledge how far we’ve already come. And no, we don’t have to reach the end of the day in a state of perfection.
Personally, I’ve already accepted that that would just be too much work! 🤣 It’s enough to look inward, take a deep breath, and feel some gratitude for where we’ve arrived. Because, even if it’s slow going—and even with a few stumbles along the way—we are still moving forward. ❤️
Next, João tried to convince Gian. “Specialty coffee?” “With foam?” “With foam!” “And music?”
— A Rebelião do Café Especial 🤣
Depois da eleição do Presidente Fenando, João Milho decidiu que estava na altura de organizar uma rebelião.
Mas em segredo.
Muito segredo.
Ou, pelo menos, era essa a ideia.
João chamou Ivan para um canto da cozinha e sussurrou:
— Queres um café especial?
Ivan estreitou os olhos.
— O que queres em troca?
— Nada… só talvez o teu apoio caso haja uma pequena mudança de liderança.
Ivan pegou na chávena.
— Isto é suborno?
— Não! É… diplomacia com cafeína!
A seguir, João tentou convencer Gian.
— Café especial?
— Com espuma?
— Com espuma!
— E música?
— Se for preciso, contrato uma banda!
Gian aceitou imediatamente.
Fenando foi mais difícil de convencer. João colocou uma chávena no chão.
O gato cheirou, olhou para João e afastou-se.
Ivan suspirou:
— João… o Fenando não bebe café.
João ficou pensativo.
— Então… temos um problema diplomático.
Jacks apareceu imediatamente e tentou beber o café de toda a gente.
Foi nesse momento que a chefe Carla entrou na cozinha.
Silêncio absoluto.
João escondeu a chávena atrás das costas.
— O que se passa aqui?
Ivan respondeu rapidamente:
— Nada, chefe.
Gian acrescentou:
— Estamos a… meditar.
Carla olhou para as chávenas.
— Com café?
João tentou sorrir.
— Meditação… estimulante?
Carla cruzou os braços.
Fenando fechou os olhos.
Jacks começou a ladrar.
E Ivan percebeu que a rebelião tinha terminado antes de começar.
Carla aproximou-se de João e perguntou:
— Então… esse café especial é assim tão bom?
João ficou pálido.
— É… bastante bom.
Carla pegou numa chávena, bebeu um gole e sorriu.
— Muito bem. A rebelião está autorizada.
Todos ficaram em silêncio.
— Como assim? — perguntou Ivan.
Carla levantou a chávena:
— Desde que eu continue a ser a chefe! 🤣☕
Carla, a chefe da máfia do clube do café ☕🫡😅
Versão em inglês
The Chronicles of the Coffee Club Mafia — The Specialty Coffee Rebellion 🤣
After President Fenando’s election, João Milho decided it was time to organize a rebellion. But in secret. Very secret. Or, at least, that was the idea. João pulled Ivan into a corner of the kitchen and whispered: “Want some specialty coffee?” Ivan narrowed his eyes. “What do you want in return?” “Nothing… just, perhaps, your support in case there’s a small change in leadership.” Ivan picked up the cup. “Is this bribery?” “No! It’s… caffeine-fueled diplomacy!” Next, João tried to convince Gian. “Specialty coffee?” “With foam?” “With foam!” “And music?” “If need be, I’ll hire a band!” Gian accepted immediately. Fenando was harder to convince. João placed a cup on the floor. The cat sniffed it, looked at João, and walked away. Ivan sighed: “João… Fenando doesn’t drink coffee.” João fell into deep thought. “Well… we have a diplomatic problem.” Jacks appeared out of nowhere and tried to drink everyone’s coffee. Just then, Boss Carla walked into the kitchen. Absolute silence. João hid the cup behind his back. “What’s going on here?” Ivan replied quickly: “Nothing, Boss.” Gian added: “We’re… meditating.” Carla glanced at the cups. “With coffee?” João tried to smile. “Stimulating… meditation?” Carla crossed her arms. Fenando closed his eyes. Jacks started to bark. And Ivan realized that the rebellion had ended before it even began. Carla approached João and asked: “So… is this special coffee really that good?” João turned pale. “It’s… pretty good.” Carla picked up a cup, took a sip, and smiled. “Very well. The rebellion is authorized.” Everyone fell silent. “What do you mean?” asked Ivan. Carla raised her cup: “As long as I remain the boss! 🤣☕”
Moments later, he appeared with a towel over his shoulder, a box of tissues, and a gigantic spoon. “TIME FOR MEDICATION!” Fenando immediately backed away. “Alberto, I only sneezed once!” “Once can turn into twice! And twice can turn into an epidemic!” Jacks hid behind the sofa. “I’m already cured!”
Capítulo 168 — Emergência! O Enfermeiro Alberto Está Fora de Controlo! 🤧👻🤣
Depois de descobrir que Fenando e Jacks tinham recuperado milagrosamente ao ouvir um pacote de bolachas, Alberto chegou a uma conclusão:
— Isto é grave! Os meus pacientes estão a fugir do tratamento!
Apareceu pouco depois com uma toalha ao ombro, uma caixa de lenços e uma colher gigantesca.
— HORA DA MEDICAÇÃO!
Fenando recuou imediatamente.
— Alberto, eu só espirrei uma vez!
— Uma vez pode transformar-se em duas! E duas podem transformar-se numa epidemia!
Jacks escondeu-se atrás do sofá.
— Eu já estou curado!
Alberto aproximou-se lentamente.
— Então vamos fazer exames.
— Que exames?
— Vou verificar o focinho!
Jacks arregalou os olhos.
— SUPER-JACKS RECUSA!
Tentou fugir, mas Alberto atravessou a parede e apareceu à frente dele.
Jacks travou tão depressa que deu uma cambalhota e aterrou dentro do cesto da roupa.
Fenando observava tudo, incrédulo.
— Isto não é enfermagem. Isto é perseguição sobrenatural!
Alberto colocou uma toalha na cabeça de Jacks.
— Agora precisamos de chá!
— Eu não quero chá! — protestou Jacks. — Quero bolachas!
— Bolachas não curam constipações!
Fenando levantou uma pata.
— Discordo. Temos provas científicas suficientes!
Alberto virou-se para Fenando.
— E tu também precisas de repouso absoluto!
— Eu?!
— Sim. Nada de investigações durante vinte e quatro horas.
Fenando ficou pálido.
— VINTE E QUATRO HORAS SEM INVESTIGAR?!
— Prescrição médica.
— Mas tu nem és médico!
Alberto cruzou os braços.
— Sou fantasma. Tenho experiência de vida… e de morte!
Jacks espreitou por detrás do sofá.
— Isso até faz algum sentido.
Fenando olhou para os dois.
— Perfeito. O cão perdeu a dignidade e o fantasma descobriu uma profissão imaginária. Vou investigar a possibilidade de me mudar!
Nesse instante, Alberto pegou na colher e começou a cantar:
— BICHI BICHI ALBERTOOOOO… ABRE A BOCA PARA O XAROPE!
Fenando e Jacks olharam um para o outro.
— FUGIMOS?! — gritaram os dois.
E desapareceram a correr pela casa, enquanto o enfermeiro fantasma os perseguia com a colher no ar.
— OS PACIENTES NÃO TÊM ALTA SEM A MINHA AUTORIZAÇÃO!
Continua… 🤣🤧👻🐾
Com carinho,
Carla,
As confissões de uma miúda gira 🥰❤️
Versão em inglês
🕵️♂️ The Chronicles of Fenando, Jacks…and Alberto 🐱 🐶 👻 Chapter 168— Emergency! Nurse Alberto Is Out of Control! 🤧👻🤣
After discovering that Fenando and Jacks had made a miraculous recovery upon hearing a packet of biscuits, Alberto reached a conclusion: “This is serious! My patients are escaping their treatment!” Moments later, he appeared with a towel over his shoulder, a box of tissues, and a gigantic spoon. “TIME FOR MEDICATION!” Fenando immediately backed away. “Alberto, I only sneezed once!” “Once can turn into twice! And twice can turn into an epidemic!” Jacks hid behind the sofa. “I’m already cured!” Alberto approached slowly. “Then let’s run some tests.” “What kind of tests?” “I’m going to check your snout!” Jacks’s eyes went wide. “SUPER-JACKS REFUSES!” He tried to flee, but Alberto passed right through the wall and appeared in front of him. Jacks braked so suddenly that he did a somersault and landed inside the laundry basket. Fenando watched it all, incredulous. “This isn’t nursing. This is supernatural persecution!” Alberto placed a towel over Jacks’s head. “Now, we need tea!” “I don’t want tea!” Jacks protested. “I want biscuits!” “Biscuits don’t cure colds!” Fenando raised a paw. “I beg to differ. We have plenty of scientific evidence!” Alberto turned toward Fenando. “And you, too, require absolute bed rest!” “Me?!” “Yes. No investigations for twenty-four hours.” Fenando turned pale.
“TWENTY-FOUR HOURS WITHOUT INVESTIGATING?!” — A doctor’s prescription. — But you’re not even a doctor! Alberto crossed his arms. — I’m a ghost. I have life experience… and death experience! Jacks peeked out from behind the sofa. — That actually makes some sense. Fernando looked at both of them. — Perfect. The dog has lost his dignity, and the ghost has come up with an imaginary profession. I’m going to look into moving out! At that moment, Alberto grabbed the spoon and began to sing: — BICHY BICHY ALBERTOOOOO…
OPEN WIDE FOR THE SYRUP! Fernando and Jacks looked at each other. — SHOULD WE RUN?! — they both shouted. And they took off running through the house, with the ghostly nurse chasing after them, spoon held high in the air. — PATIENTS AREN’T DISCHARGED WITHOUT MY AUTHORIZATION!
Taking care of our bodies—because they are our homes, not machines that run solely on coffee and good intentions. 🤣
Our attention is a precious thing. The problem is that, sometimes, we spend it on just about everything—and by the end of the day, there’s nothing left for what truly matters. 😂
We worry about things that haven’t even happened yet, give weight to opinions we never asked for, and waste far too much time on situations we probably won’t even remember a while from now. Perhaps it’s time to be more selective about where we direct our energy. Taking care of our bodies—because they are our homes, not machines that run solely on coffee and good intentions. 🤣
Looking after our mental health—because our minds need rest, too, especially from that endless, noisy meeting of thoughts that decides to convene right when we’re trying to sleep. Paying attention to our finances—because while happiness can’t be bought, bills, unfortunately, can’t be paid with positive thinking either! 😂 Being grateful for what we already have, living more in the present moment, and trying, every single day, to be a little bit better. Not perfect. Just better. Because perfection takes way too much work—and, honestly, this girl already has enough on her plate! 🤣🥰 At its core, maybe that’s what life is all about: figuring out what truly deserves our attention… and learning, little by little, to let the rest make a little less noise. ❤️
Consuela retorted. The flower released a shimmering cloud. ACHOO! Fenando started walking sideways. Jacks began spinning in circles. And Alberto… “🎶 O SOLE MIOOOOO! 🎶” “ALBERTO, NO!” everyone screamed! 🤣🤣
Capítulo 165 — Francisca e o Caos Total! 🤣
Francisca continuava com aquele sorriso sinistro, enquanto Consuela segurava firmemente a frigideira.
— Olha que ainda não a lavei! — avisou Consuela. 😂🍳
De repente, Francisca começou a rir.
MUAHAHAHA!
Jacks recuou, Fenando arrepiou o pêlo e Alberto desapareceu durante três segundos.
— Alberto?! — chamou a Miúda Gira.
— Estou aqui! Só fui… verificar uma coisa no Além!
— COBARDE! — gritou Consuela. 🤣
Francisca levantou um dedo.
— Vocês acham que isto terminou?
Nesse instante, ouviu-se um enorme estrondo no quintal.
Quando todos olharam pela janela, ficaram imóveis.
A flor misteriosa estava no meio do quintal, a brilhar!
— Mas a flor estava dentro de casa! — disse a Miúda Gira.
Francisca sorriu.
— As flores também gostam de passear.
— Então esta vai passear directamente para o caixote do lixo! — respondeu Consuela.
A flor soltou uma nuvem brilhante.
ATCHIM!
Fenando começou a andar de lado.
Jacks começou a rodar sobre si próprio.
E Alberto…
— 🎶 O SOLE MIOOOOO! 🎶
— ALBERTO, NÃO! — gritaram todos! 🤣🤣
Francisca observava tudo, divertidíssima.
— Isto é apenas o começo…
Consuela levantou a frigideira.
— Óptimo! Então eu vou buscar uma maior!
📋 Relatório da Consuela 📝
Francisca: sinistra e demasiado sorridente.
Flor: decidiu passear sozinha.
Fenando: anda de lado.
Jacks: bailarina descontrolada.
Alberto: voltou a cantar sem autorização.
Consuela: à procura de uma frigideira industrial.
Conclusão: nesta casa, até as flores fazem mais confusão do que algumas pessoas! 🤣🍳🌹
Com carinho,
Carla,
As confissões de uma miúda gira 🥰❤️
Versão em inglês
The Chronicles of a Cool Girl 🥰 ❤️ Chapter 165 — Francisca and Total Chaos! 🤣
Francisca kept that sinister smile on her face, while Consuela held the frying pan firmly in her grip. “Just so you know, I haven’t washed it yet!” Consuela warned. 😂🍳 Suddenly, Francisca burst into laughter. MUAHAHAHA! Jacks recoiled, Fenando’s fur stood on end, and Alberto vanished for three whole seconds. “Alberto?!” the Cool Girl called out. “I’m here! I just went to… check on something in the Beyond!” “COWARD!” Consuela shouted. 🤣 Francisca raised a finger. “Do you think this is over?” At that very moment, a massive crash echoed from the backyard. When everyone looked out the window, they froze. The mysterious flower was sitting in the middle of the yard, glowing! “But the flower was inside the house!” the Cool Girl said. Francisca smiled. “Flowers like to go for a stroll, too.” “Well, this one is going for a stroll straight into the trash bin!” Consuela retorted. The flower released a shimmering cloud. ACHOO! Fenando started walking sideways. Jacks began spinning in circles. And Alberto… “🎶 O SOLE MIOOOOO! 🎶” “ALBERTO, NO!” everyone screamed! 🤣🤣 Francisca watched it all, thoroughly amused. “This is only the beginning…” Consuela raised her frying pan. “Great! Then I’ll go get a bigger one!”
📋 Consuela’s Report 📝 –
Francisca: sinister and way too smiley. – Flower: decided to go for a walk on its own.
Fenando: walking sideways.
Jacks: an out-of-control ballerina. Alberto: started singing again without permission. –
Consuela: on the hunt for an industrial-sized frying pan.
Conclusion: in this house, even the flowers cause more chaos than some people do! 🤣🍳🌹
Meanwhile, Fenando didn’t campaign at all. He simply sat in the sun, licked a paw, and completely ignored the voters. When it came time to count the votes, Ivan opened the box. Silence.
Capítulo — As Eleições Mais Malucas do Mundo 🤣
No dia seguinte, a chefe Carla Milho apareceu com uma caixa de cartão.
— Muito bem! Hoje vamos eleger o novo líder da Máfia!
Ivan Milho ficou logo preocupado.
— Quem teve essa ideia?
Carla levantou o braço.
— Eu!
— Pois… já percebi o problema.
Os candidatos eram Carla, Gian, João… e, inesperadamente, Fenando.
Jacks ficou responsável pela segurança eleitoral, o que significava que andava a correr pelo quintal com os boletins de voto na boca.
— JACKS! ISSO SÃO VOTOS! — gritou Ivan.
— Au! — respondeu ele, fugindo ainda mais depressa.
Gian fez imediatamente campanha:
— Se eu ganhar, haverá mais diversão!
João levantou a mão:
— Se eu ganhar, prometo café grátis!
Carla aproximou-se lentamente:
— E se eu ganhar… continuam todos vivos!
Ivan decidiu que era melhor não comentar.
Entretanto, Fenando não fez campanha nenhuma. Limitou-se a sentar-se ao sol, lavar uma pata e ignorar completamente os eleitores.
Quando chegou a altura da contagem dos votos, Ivan abriu a caixa.
Silêncio.
— Carla: zero votos.
— QUÊ?!
— Gian: zero.
— ISTO É UMA FRAUDE!
— João: um voto.
João sorriu.
— Obrigado a quem acreditou em mim!
Ivan olhou para ele.
— Foste tu que votaste em ti próprio.
João deixou de sorrir.
Ivan continuou:
— Fenando… quatro votos.
Todos olharam para o gato.
Fenando abriu um olho, bocejou e voltou a dormir.
Carla apontou para ele.
— QUEM É QUE VOTOU NO GATO?!
Jacks abanou a cauda.
Gian levantou a mão.
João levantou as duas.
Ivan suspirou.
— Eu também.
Carla ficou em silêncio durante alguns segundos.
Depois respirou fundo.
— Muito bem. Parabéns, Presidente Fenando.
O gato não respondeu.
Afinal… um verdadeiro líder nunca precisa de dizer nada. Basta olhar para os outros com ar de quem já está farto deles! 🤣☕
Carla, a chefe da máfia do clube do café ☕🫡😅
Versão em inglês
The Coffee Club Mafia Chronicles C— The Craziest Election in the World 🤣
The next day, boss Carla Milho showed up with a cardboard box. “Alright, everyone! Today, we’re electing the new leader of the Mafia!” Ivan Milho immediately grew concerned. “Whose idea was this?” Carla raised her paw. “Mine!” “Right… I see the problem now.” The candidates were Carla, Gian, João… and, unexpectedly, Fenando. Jacks was put in charge of election security, which meant he spent his time running around the yard with the ballots in his mouth. “JACKS! THOSE ARE BALLOTS!” Ivan shouted. “Woof!” he replied, darting away even faster. Gian immediately began his campaign: “If I win, there’ll be way more fun!” João raised his hand: “If I win, I promise free coffee!” Carla stepped forward slowly: “And if I win… you all get to stay alive!” Ivan decided it was best not to comment. Meanwhile, Fenando didn’t campaign at all. He simply sat in the sun, licked a paw, and completely ignored the voters. When it came time to count the votes, Ivan opened the box. Silence. “Carla: zero votes.” “WHAT?!” “Gian: zero.” “THIS IS FRAUD!” “João: one vote.” João smiled. “Thanks to whoever believed in me!” Ivan looked at him. “You voted for yourself.” João’s smile vanished. Ivan continued: “Fenando… four votes.” Everyone looked at the cat. Fenando opened one eye, yawned, and went back to sleep. Carla pointed at him. — WHO VOTED FOR THE CAT?! Jacks wagged his tail. Gian raised one hand. João raised both. Ivan sighed. — Me too. Carla remained silent for a few seconds. Then, she took a deep breath. — Very well. Congratulations, President Fenando. The cat didn’t respond. After all… a true leader never needs to say a word. A simple look at others—as if you’re already fed up with them—is enough!
