ALBERT wrote...

It was a dark night in Montecarlo, the man at the Casino was sweating. He had bet his last coin and if he didn´t win, he would have been ruined. He almost cried when he thought what would happen. His wife would leave him and he surely would kill himself in a dark lane. Then he threw the dice and won. He sang and danced and kept the dice forever and his last coin. luck smiled that day.