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roberto lay awake, listening to the rain outside the tent and the soft sound of whoa coming from mario beside him. as usual, mario had no trouble sleeping through the roaring storm, roberto thought as forces loyal to his sleeping bag tighter around himself. roberto had known him to snore happily in a train station with trains coming and going. i would have thought, though, that even mario might have had problems with the freezing wind coming through the door of the tent. no amount of clothes piled on top of each other and stop the cold air getting in and roberto was beginning to get annoyed at the sight of his sleeping companion.the trip had been mario 's idea and roberto had agreed despite his lack of enthusiasm for the outdoor life and its physical demands. as far as he was concerned, the countryside is a place filled with insects and sufficient, but mario had convinced him that they would enjoy it. roberto had managed to maintain a smile for the first few days of hard work and in cooked food, but the reception staff was coming to an end. i wasn't sure why mario (as in persuading him to do things that were against his better judgement, but he thought it was probably due to mario's ability to focus on the positive. he seemed not to hear roberto's arguments against the idea until it just became easier for roberto to agree than to try to make him listen. roberto wished he could be more like mario. his own ideas is never got very far. he was not aware of the opposite point of view and often argued himself out of his own suggestions. it made him seem indecisive and weak, while mario came across to everyone as a trial.the wind seemed to get a little stronger and mario rolled over and opened his eyes sleepily."what time is it? "he asked and roberto peered at his watch."four" is our and yawned. suddenly there was a noise outside the tent."what was that? "asked mario. they both listened. it was sounded like the grunt of an animal of some kind, a large animal by the sound of it. neither of them moved. after a moment roberto offered to check what was good and mario nodded his head, nervously. not that roberto wasn't afraid is the sweat on his hands and forehead and eyes, but he knew that unless he acted mario would beat him to it and would come out of it looking like a hero. roberto was determined that when they got back home, he was going to have stories to tell, just like mario normally did.he came to the entrance of the tent and unzipped the door slowly. the wind blew rain in. he glanced back at mario before great. it is and for the door behind him.mario blinked in the darkness and listened carefully. he heard the animal noise again, closer this time, and then a normal human. he felt very alone and insecure. all kinds of images flashed through his mind quickly. what if roberto didn't come back? he thought of going back to town and having to break the sad news to roberto's family. that would be bad enough, but the real concern was that he would look like a coward. he quickly him his boots on and rushed outside the tent.it was then that he realized what the strange human noise had been. Laughter. roberto was laughing, even though he was dripping people from the rain. mario's book where he was pointing. there was a cow standing by the tent, lazily chewing on some grass.
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