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CRUCERO A MARTE | TRES PATITAS DE VIAJE
Mamá pata tenía dos hijas y le encantaba llevarlas de viaje a lugares lejanos. Las dos patitas tenían pocos amigos, pero salían a pasear muy a menudo.
Jugaban en el corral haciendo como si fueran un grupo, e incluso el día de su cumpleaños, se comieron el pastel grande ellas solitas.
Como regalo, Mamá decidió llevarlas de crucero a Marte. Organizó el viaje en una nave espacial para turistas, consiguió los billetes para una fiesta marciana intergaláctica, y salida lo antes posible — en menos de lo que se dice "cua cua".
Mientras las tres estaban en el patio listas para el viaje, vieron un objeto extraño volando bajo sobre la granja. Al posarse en el suelo, por una escotilla se asomó una pequeña figura cuadrada que dijo:
"Disculpe, ¿es usted la que tiene tres billetes para Marte y tres para la fiesta intergaláctica?"
Las patitas se miraron asombradas. Nunca habían visto una criatura cuadrada — cabeza cuadrada, ojos cuadrados, hasta la sonrisa parecía cuadrada.
"¡Sí, somos nosotras!" respondió Mamá pata.
"¡Cua! ¡Cua! ¡Cua!" hicieron las patitas a coro, saltando de emoción.
"Por favor, suban a bordo," dijo el marciano con una pequeña reverencia cuadrada. "El viaje a Marte está a punto de comenzar."
Y de un salto subieron a la nave espacial, tan curiosas y entusiasmadas por aquella nueva aventura. El extraño vehículo partió veloz como una ráfaga de viento.
En el espacio era hora punta. La nave espacial se encontró en una cola, y el marciano-piloto tocó la bocina: "¡Blip, blip!"
Se asomó por la ventanilla y refunfuñó: "¡Cada vez es más difícil viajar! Pero mira, hay hasta un planetita juguetón que se ha puesto a girar sobre sí mismo, ¡como si fuera un carrusel! Qué diversión — hazte a un lado, déjame pasar y sigue jugando."
Por culpa del atasco cósmico, la nave aterrizó en Marte con un ligero retraso sobre el horario previsto.
"¡Qué maravilla!" exclamaron las patitas al ver una nave toda de cristal lista para el crucero, donde fueron invitadas a subir a bordo.
Había un gran ajetreo de pequeños marcianos cuadrados.
"¡Buenos días, señora pata, póngase cómoda!" decían haciendo una reverencia, mientras las patitas — cua, cua, cua — charlaban y saltaban contentas.
De fondo, guitarras cuadradas tocaban Rock interplanetario.
Las tres viajeras, con sus caritas pegadas a los cristales, observaban maravilladas el color rojo del planeta.
La nave partió lentamente sobre la arena, pero de pronto los motores empezaron a rugir y arriba, hacia la cima de una montaña, y luego abajo sobre las rocas rojas — parecía estar en una montaña rusa, arriba y abajo, arriba y abajo. Luego volvía a posarse y lentamente atravesaba valles inmensos.
"¡Qué espectáculo tan extraño! ¡Qué vehículo tan raro que viaja sobre rocas y arena!" comentaban las turistas.
Pasaron las horas entre maravillas y descubrimientos. El tiempo voló.
Llegó la noche. En la nave marciana, Mamá pata y las patitas se presentaron todas elegantes, con lazos y lacitos, a la fiesta de cumpleaños intergaláctica.
Los camareros bailaban, ofrecían el brazo a las turistas y servían al ritmo de música Rock. Pequeños marcianos se acercaron a las patitas y, haciéndoles muchos cumplidos, saltando y bailando, jugaron con ellas.
La fiesta había comenzado.
"¡Aquí todo es cuadrado — los vasos, las botellas!" cuchicheaban entre ellas las patas.
Los dulces eran salados, los salados eran dulces, el pastel era... bah, bah, ¡pero qué mundo es este!
Los globos con "Feliz Cumpleaños" escrito eran — adivinen — cuadrados.
La velada llegaba a su fin y fuegos artificiales brillaron en el cielo para celebrar a los turistas... y también eran cuadrados.
"¡Qué amables y simpáticos estos marcianos!" dijo Mamá pata, y continuó: "A Marte hemos llegado, visto lo hemos visto, divertidas nos hemos divertido. Ahora pensemos en volver a la Tierra."
De repente, la voz del comandante de la nave avisó a los pasajeros de la inminente llegada de una nave espacial para el regreso.
Las tres patas no esperaban otra cosa. Se despidieron y, a través de un puente de conexión, entraron directamente en la nave. Y abajo, hacia su planeta.
Observando la partida de los turistas desde los ventanales de la nave, los marcianos vestidos de camareros lanzaron al espacio decenas de globos de colores.
En el universo, bajo un cielo estrellado, los satélites vagaban alrededor de la nave espacial. Venus brillaba a lo lejos y la Luna, cada vez más cerca, sonreía con su cara llena.
Al llegar a la Tierra, bajaron al corral las tres felices.
Globos cuadrados con "Feliz Cumpleaños" escrito flotaban en el aire.
¡Qué sorpresa! Esto es sin duda obra de los marcianos.
Y contando por ahí su aventura galáctica, las dos patitas hicieron muchos amigos. Todos querían saber de su viaje a Marte.
Nuestro planeta será redondo, será grande, será pequeño, será hermoso, y siempre será nuestro hogar.
— Escrita por Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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CRUISE TO MARS | THREE DUCKS ON A JOURNEY
Mama duck had two daughters, and she loved taking them on trips to faraway places. The two ducklings had few friends, but they often went out and about.
They played in the farmyard pretending to be a group, and even on their birthday, they ate the big cake all by themselves.
As a gift, Mama decided to take them on a cruise to Mars. She organized the trip on a spaceship for tourists, got tickets for an intergalactic Martian party, and departure as soon as possible — before you could say "quack quack."
While all three of them were in the yard ready for the trip, they saw a strange object flying low over the farm. Landing on the ground, a small square figure appeared at a hatch and said:
"Excuse me, are you the ones with three tickets to Mars and three for the intergalactic party?"
The ducklings looked at each other in amazement. They had never seen a square creature before — square head, square eyes, even the smile seemed square.
"Yes, that's us!" replied Mama duck.
"Quack! Quack! Quack!" chimed the ducklings in chorus, hopping with excitement.
"Please, come aboard," said the Martian with a little squared bow. "The journey to Mars is about to begin."
And in one leap they boarded the spaceship, so curious and excited for this new adventure. The strange vehicle took off as fast as a gust of wind.
In space, it was rush hour. The spaceship found itself in a queue, and the Martian pilot honked the horn: "Bleep, bleep!"
He leaned out the window and grumbled: "It's getting harder and harder to travel! Look at that, there's even a playful little planet spinning around on itself like it's a carousel! Oh, what fun — move over, let me pass, and keep on playing!"
Due to the cosmic traffic jam, the spaceship landed on Mars slightly behind schedule.
"How wonderful!" exclaimed the ducklings when they saw a ship made entirely of glass, ready for the cruise, where they were invited to come aboard.
There was a great bustle of small square Martians.
"Good morning, Mrs. Duck, please make yourself comfortable!" they said with a bow, while the ducklings — quack, quack, quack — chattered and hopped about happily.
In the background, square guitars played Interplanetary Rock.
The three travelers, with their little faces pressed against the windows, gazed in wonder at the red color of the planet.
The ship set off slowly across the sand, but suddenly the engines began to roar and up, toward the top of a mountain, then down over the red rocks — it felt like being on a roller coaster, up and down, up and down. Then it would settle again and slowly cross immense valleys.
"What a strange sight! What a strange vehicle that travels over rocks and sand!" the tourists commented.
The hours passed amid wonders and discoveries. Time flew by.
Evening came. On the Martian ship, Mama duck and the ducklings showed up all dressed up, with bows and ribbons, for the intergalactic birthday party.
The waiters danced, offered their arms to the tourists, and served to the sound of Rock music. Small Martians approached the ducklings and, showering them with compliments, hopping and dancing, played with them.
The party had begun.
"Everything here is square — the glasses, the bottles!" the ducks whispered to each other.
The sweet treats were salty, the salty ones were sweet, the cake was... well, well, what kind of world is this!
The balloons with "Happy Birthday" written on them were — guess what — square.
The evening was coming to an end and fireworks lit up the sky to celebrate the tourists... and they were square too.
"How kind and lovely these Martians are!" said Mama duck, and continued: "We made it to Mars, we've seen what there was to see, we've had our fun. Now let's think about going back to Earth."
Suddenly, the ship commander's voice announced the imminent arrival of a spaceship for the return trip.
The three ducks couldn't wait. They said their goodbyes and, crossing a connecting bridge, stepped directly into the spaceship. And down, toward their planet.
Watching the tourists depart through the ship's windows, the Martians in their waiter uniforms launched dozens of colorful balloons into space.
In the universe, under a starry sky, satellites wandered around the spaceship. Venus shone in the distance, and the Moon, ever closer, smiled with her full face.
Arriving back on Earth, all three stepped down onto the farmyard, happy.
Square balloons with "Happy Birthday" written on them floated in the air.
What a surprise! This is certainly the work of the Martians.
And by telling everyone about their galactic adventure, the two ducklings made lots of friends. Everyone wanted to hear about their trip to Mars.
Our planet may be round, may be big, may be small, may be beautiful, and it will always be our home.
— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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IN CROCIERA SU MARTE | TRE PAPERELLE IN VIAGGIO
Mamma papera aveva due figlie e con loro amava fare viaggi in posti lontani. Le due paperelle avevano pochi amici, ma andavano spesso in giro.
Giocavano nell'aia facendo finta di essere un gruppo e persino il giorno del loro compleanno, la grossa torta se la mangiarono tutta da sole.
La mamma per regalo decise di portarle in crociera su Marte. Organizzò il viaggio con una navicella spaziale per turisti, si procurò i biglietti per una festa marziana intergalattica, e partenza prima possibile — in men che non si dica, prima che potessero dire "qua qua".
Mentre tutte e tre erano nel cortile pronte per il viaggio, videro uno strano oggetto che volava a bassa quota sopra la fattoria. Posandosi a terra, da uno sportello si affacciò una piccola figura quadrata che disse:
"Scusi, è lei in possesso di tre biglietti per Marte e tre per la festa intergalattica?"
Le paperelle si guardarono stupite. Non avevano mai visto una creatura quadrata — testa quadrata, occhi quadrati, persino il sorriso sembrava quadrato.
"Sì, siamo noi!" rispose mamma papera.
"Qua! Qua! Qua!" fecero le paperelle in coro, saltellando dall'emozione.
"Prego, salite a bordo," disse il marziano con un piccolo inchino squadrato. "Il viaggio per Marte sta per cominciare."
E in un balzo salirono sulla navicella, tanto erano curiose ed entusiaste per quella nuova avventura. Lo strano mezzo di trasporto partì veloce come una folata di vento.
Nello spazio era l'ora di punta. L'astronave si ritrovò in coda e il marziano-pilota suonò il clacson: "Blip, blip!"
Si affacciò al finestrino e borbottò: "Sempre più difficile viaggiare! Ma guarda, c'è pure un pianetino giocherellone che si è messo a girare su se stesso, neanche fosse una giostra! Oh che bel divertimento — vai più in là, fammi passare e continua a giocare!"
Causa ingorgo cosmico, l'astronave atterrò su Marte con un leggero ritardo sulla tabella di marcia.
"Che meraviglia!" esclamarono le paperelle nel vedere una nave tutta di vetro pronta per la crociera, dove furono invitate a salire a bordo.
C'era un gran movimento di piccoli marziani quadrati.
"Buongiorno, signora papera, si accomodi!" dicevano facendo un inchino, mentre le paperelle — qua, qua, qua — chiacchieravano e saltellavano contente.
In sottofondo, chitarre quadrate suonavano un Rock interplanetario.
Le tre viaggiatrici, con la faccina appiccicata ai vetri, osservavano stupite il colore rosso del pianeta.
La nave partì lentamente sulla sabbia, ma a un tratto i motori cominciarono a rombare e su, verso la cima di una montagna, e poi giù sulle rocce rosse — sembrava di stare su un ottovolante, su e giù, su e giù. Poi di nuovo si posava e lentamente attraversava vallate immense.
"Che strano spettacolo! Che strano mezzo di trasporto che viaggia sulle rocce e sulla sabbia!" commentavano le turiste.
Passarono le ore tra meraviglie e scoperte. Il tempo volò.
Arrivò la sera. Sulla nave marziana, mamma papera e le paperelle si presentarono tutte in ghingheri, con fiocchi e fiocchetti, alla festa di compleanno intergalattica.
I camerieri danzavano, davano il braccio alle turiste e servivano al suono di una musica Rock. Piccoli marziani si avvicinarono alle paperelle e, facendo loro un sacco di complimenti, saltellando e ballando, giocarono con loro.
La festa era iniziata.
"Qui è tutto quadrato — i bicchieri, le bottiglie!" parlottavano fra di loro le papere.
I dolcetti erano salati, i salati erano dolci, la torta era... bah, bah, ma che mondo è questo qua!
I palloncini con la scritta "Buon Compleanno" erano — provate a indovinare — quadrati.
La serata era al termine e fuochi d'artificio brillarono nel cielo per festeggiare i turisti... ed erano quadrati anche quelli.
"Ma che bravi e gentili questi marziani!" disse mamma papera, e continuò: "Su Marte ci siamo arrivate, visto lo abbiamo visto, divertite ci siamo divertite. Ora pensiamo a ritornare sulla Terra."
A un tratto, la voce del comandante della nave avvisò i passeggeri dell'imminente arrivo di una navicella spaziale per il ritorno.
Le tre papere non aspettavano altro. Salutarono e, attraverso un ponte di collegamento, entrarono direttamente nella navicella. E giù, verso il loro pianeta.
Osservando la partenza dei turisti dalle vetrate della nave, i marziani in abito da camerieri lanciarono nello spazio decine di palloncini colorati.
Nell'universo, sotto un cielo stellato, i satelliti girovagavano intorno alla navicella spaziale. Venere risplendeva in lontananza e la Luna, sempre più vicina, sorrideva con la sua faccia piena.
Arrivate sulla Terra, scesero sull'aia tutte e tre felici.
Palloncini quadrati con la scritta "Buon Compleanno" volavano in aria.
Che sorpresa! Questa è certamente opera dei marziani.
E raccontando in giro della loro avventura galattica, le due paperelle si fecero tanti amici. Tutti volevano sapere del loro viaggio su Marte.
Il nostro pianeta sarà tondo, sarà grande, sarà piccolo, sarà bello, e sarà sempre casa nostra.
— Scritta da Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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La Gata Giannina
La gata Giannina vivía en una casa con jardín. El muro del jardín colindaba con un parque donde los niños se reunían para jugar. El pueblo era pequeño pero encantador — desde los alféizares de las casas, macetas de geranios y petunias descendían como cascadas de colores.
Su dueña, la Señora Mafalda, la llevaba a menudo a pasear por el centro del pueblo. Todos los niños la conocían, y en cuanto la veían, corrían a su encuentro para hacerle fiestas sin parar.
Giannina era muy juguetona. Durante el día se divertía persiguiendo lagartijas, cazando insectos, mariposas y todo lo que se moviera. Para descansar se tumbaba al sol sobre las piedras calientes y luego iba a refrescarse entre la hierba. En el jardín, entre el granado, el limonero y el olivo de hojas plateadas, ella y Mafalda pasaban las tardes jugando juntas.
Pero un día, Mafalda empezó a notar algo extraño. Giannina saltaba para cazar, pero fallaba la puntería y acababa entre los rosales. "¡Ay, ay, ay! ¡Me he pinchado y mi cola está enredada en las ramas!" maullaba. Esquivaba por milagro los árboles donde antes subía con total seguridad. Llegaba a los cuencos del agua y la comida con paso inseguro.
Preocupada, Mafalda la llevó al Veterinario.
Después de escuchar las extrañas aventuras de la gatita, el Doctor sonrió y con aire sabio dio su diagnóstico: "Esta gatita no ve bien. Necesita gafas."
Dicho y hecho — en un abrir y cerrar de ojos, el veterinario buscó en una vitrina llena de monturas para mascotas y, al encontrar la perfecta, exclamó: "¡Aquí tenemos unas gafas dignas de una señora elegante!"
En cuanto se las colocaron en su simpático hociquito, la gata miró a su alrededor maravillada. ¡Veía todo mucho más claro! Se frotó contra las piernas del Veterinario y saltó a los brazos de Mafalda como para darle las gracias.
El Doctor, conmovido por su dulzura, le hizo un regalo especial: una cadenita dorada con una pequeña perla en el centro que brillaba con luz propia. Susurrando, le dijo: "Si cierras los ojos y tocas esta perla con tu naricita, obtendrás poderes mágicos que solo tú tendrás. Servirán para ayudar a los demás."
Giannina pensó que quizás aquel Veterinario también era un Mago, pero no le dijo nada a Mafalda. Era un secreto entre ella y el extraño Doctor.
De camino a casa, la gente se giraba para mirarla pensando: esa gata parece misteriosa, hay algo que destella a su alrededor.
En casa, el primer deseo de Giannina fue subirse a una silla y ponerse a mirar por la ventana. Las flores brillaban en sus colores y hasta la hierba era de un verde reluciente, como cubierta de rocío. Sonreía más feliz que nunca.
Mafalda, compartiendo su alegría, decidió llevarla al parque.
Llegaron en un instante. Las ardillas correteaban por los árboles, los pajaritos volaban cantando de rama en rama. Pequeños animales aparecían por todas partes y los niños los seguían curiosos — corrían con las lagartijas, saltaban con las mariposas que danzaban en el aire, mientras las rojas mariquitas se posaban en su piel como amuletos de buena suerte.
Después de carreras, resbalones y corros, los niños se sentaron en el césped para merendar. De sus mochilas de colores salieron aperitivos deliciosos.
Fue entonces cuando llegaron.
"¡Vriiip! ¡Vriiip! ¡Vriiip!"
A toda velocidad, un pelotón de hormigas pasó zumbando en minimotos rugientes. Llevaban pequeños cascos brillantes en la cabeza, gafitas redondas en los ojos y botitas diminutas en las patitas. Frenaron en seco delante de los niños, levantando nubecitas de polvo.
"¡Paso! ¡Nosotras también estamos aquí!" gritó la hormiga jefa, levantando la visera del casco. "¿Podemos recoger las migas?"
Los niños se rieron a carcajadas. "¡Sí, sí! ¡Comed todas las migas que queráis!"
Las hormigas aparcaron las minimotos en fila ordenada, se quitaron los cascos con gestos teatrales, y se pusieron a trabajar transportando migas del doble de su tamaño, cantando una cancioncilla de marcha.
En esta atmósfera alegre, Giannina y Mafalda paseaban por los senderos. Y de repente, a su paso, los árboles inclinaron sus ramas en una reverencia y las hojas susurraron en señal de saludo. Las rosas en los parterres abrieron sus pétalos y comenzaron a cantar. Las lagartijas golpearon sus colas contra el suelo como si fuera un tambor: "¡Rattatatá! ¡Rattatatá!" Y los ciempiés se pusieron a bailar claqué al ritmo alegre.
"¡Cielos, qué gran alboroto!" exclamó Giannina, que empezaba a sentir un aura misteriosa a su alrededor.
No pudo evitar pensar en el Veterinario Mago. ¿Cuáles podrían ser los poderes mágicos que poseía? ¿Y qué pasaría si tocaba la perla con su naricita?
Se lo dijo a Mafalda, que llevaba un libro de cuentos bajo el brazo. Se miraron y, entendiéndose al vuelo, aprovecharon la ocasión.
Giannina reunió a los niños en un corro. Algunos llegaron rápidamente, otros más tímidos se unieron con calma. También las hormigas, con la panza llena, se pusieron de nuevo los minicascos, dieron una última vuelta rugiente en las minimotos, luego bajaron y se acercaron al grupo.
Era el momento adecuado.
Giannina cerró los ojos y tocó la perla mágica con su naricita. Una chispa dorada brilló en el aire. Tomó el libro de las manos de Mafalda, lo abrió, y eligió el cuento que parecía esperarla, reluciendo entre las páginas.
Con voz dulce, comenzó a leer.
"Había una vez un conejito que vivía en el bosque. Tropezaba con las raíces de los árboles y las piedrecitas. En la escuela se equivocaba al leer las letras y los números, así que ya no quería ir. Cuando la maestra veía sus dibujos le decía: '¡Muy bien!' Lo mismo decían su mamá y su papá: '¡Muy bien!' Pero a él los colores le parecían desvaídos. La verdad era que no veía bien, pero en lugar de decirlo, se escapaba y se escondía en una madriguera bajo un árbol parlante. Y el árbol, con el susurro de sus hojas, le contó un secreto: habla con tus padres. Así lo hizo, y ellos le ayudaron a ponerse gafas. Y el mundo volvió a ser hermoso."
Giannina cerró el libro. Lo había comprendido: con la perla mágica podía leer en el corazón de los niños, descubriendo emociones y secretos que esperaban salir a la luz.
"¿Sabéis?" dijo a sus pequeños oyentes, "yo también hace poco no veía bien. Pero me puse estas gafas y ¡puf! El mundo se volvió más claro y más hermoso."
Un niño se le acercó, casi avergonzado, y le susurró al oído: "Quizás yo también las necesito, como tú."
Giannina lo acarició dulcemente. "Te he ayudado a abrir tu corazón. Ahora habla con tus padres, y todo se resolverá."
Fue entonces cuando un conejito apareció de repente entre los arbustos. Se acercó a Giannina, la abrazó y le dijo: "¡Eres mágicamente mágica!"
Y — no lo creeríais — aquel conejito llevaba un bonito par de gafitas de colores.
Desde aquel día, Giannina tomó de la patita a los niños del pueblo, enseñándoles a creer en sí mismos y a tener confianza. Se convirtió en la mascota con las gafas mágicas, y todos querían llevarlas como ella.
Pero la verdadera maravilla era cómo veía ahora el mundo desde la ventana: más luminoso, más colorido, más vivo. Y cada noche, antes de dormirse, tocaba la perla con su naricita y sonreía, sabiendo que al día siguiente ayudaría a alguien más a ver el mundo con ojos nuevos.
Casi parecía haber sido un sueño. Pero ya se sabe, la realidad y la fantasía a menudo caminan de la mano.
— Escrita por Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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Giannina the Cat
Giannina the cat lived in a house with a garden. The garden wall bordered a park where children gathered to play. The town was small but charming — from the windowsills of the houses, pots of geraniums and petunias tumbled down like colorful cascades.
Her owner, Signora Mafalda, often took her around the town center. All the children knew her, and whenever they spotted her, they would run over and shower her with affection.
Giannina was quite the little rascal. During the day she loved chasing lizards, hunting insects, butterflies, and anything that moved. To rest, she would stretch out in the sun on the warm stones, then cool off among the blades of grass. In the garden, among the pomegranate tree, the lemon tree, and the olive with its silvery leaves, she and Mafalda spent their afternoons playing together.
But one day, Mafalda began to notice something strange. Giannina would leap to catch her prey, but she kept missing and ending up in the rose bushes. "Ow, ow, ow! I've pricked myself and my tail is tangled in the branches!" she meowed. She barely managed to dodge trees she used to climb with ease. She reached her food and water bowls with an uncertain gait.
Worried, Mafalda took her to the Veterinarian.
After listening to the little cat's strange adventures, the Doctor smiled and delivered his verdict with a wise air: "This little kitty can't see well. She needs glasses."
No sooner said than done — in the blink of an eye, the veterinarian searched through a display case full of frames for pets and, finding the perfect one, exclaimed: "Here we are — a pair of glasses fit for an elegant lady!"
As soon as they were placed on Giannina's sweet little snout, the cat looked around in wonder. She could see everything so clearly! She rubbed against the Veterinarian's legs and leaped into Mafalda's arms as if to thank her.
The Doctor, touched by her sweetness, gave her a special gift: a golden chain with a small pearl at its center that glowed with its own light. Whispering, he told her: "If you close your eyes and touch this pearl with your little nose, you will gain magical powers that only you will have. They will help you help others."
Giannina thought that perhaps this Veterinarian was also a Wizard, but she said nothing to Mafalda. It was a secret between her and the strange Doctor.
On the way home, people turned to look at her, thinking: that cat seems mysterious — there's something glimmering around her.
At home, Giannina's first wish was to climb onto a chair and gaze out the window. The flowers shone in their colors, and even the grass was a brilliant green, as if covered in dew. She smiled, happier than ever.
Mafalda, sharing in her joy, decided to take her to the park.
They arrived in no time. Squirrels scampered through the trees, birds sang as they flew from branch to branch. Small creatures popped out everywhere, and the children followed them with curiosity — they ran alongside the lizards, leaped with the butterflies dancing in the air, while red ladybugs landed on their skin like good luck charms.
After chases, slides, and ring-around-the-rosy, the children sat down on the grass for their snack. From their colorful backpacks came tasty treats.
That's when they arrived.
"Vriiip! Vriiip! Vriiip!"
At full speed, a platoon of ants zoomed in on rumbling mini-motorcycles. They wore shiny little helmets on their heads, round goggles over their eyes, and tiny boots on their feet. They braked sharply in front of the children, raising little clouds of dust.
"Make way! We're here too!" shouted the lead ant, lifting her visor. "Can we collect the crumbs?"
The children burst out laughing. "Yes, yes! Munch all the crumbs you want!"
The ants parked their mini-motorcycles in a neat row, removed their helmets with theatrical gestures, and got to work carrying crumbs twice their size, singing a little marching song.
In this joyful atmosphere, Giannina and Mafalda strolled along the pathways. And suddenly, as they passed, the trees bent their branches in a bow and their leaves rustled in greeting. The roses in the flower beds opened their petals and began to sing. The lizards beat their tails on the ground like drums: "Rattatatà! Rattatatà!" And the millipedes started tap dancing to the lively rhythm.
"Oh my, what a wonderful commotion!" exclaimed Giannina, who was beginning to feel a mysterious aura around her.
She couldn't help but think of the Wizard Veterinarian. What could these magical powers be? And what would happen if she touched the pearl with her little nose?
She told Mafalda, who was carrying a book of fairy tales under her arm. They looked at each other and, understanding instantly, seized the moment.
Giannina gathered the children in a circle. Some came quickly, others more shy joined in slowly. The ants too, their bellies full, put on their mini helmets again, did one last rumbling lap on their motorcycles, then climbed off and approached the group.
It was the right moment.
Giannina closed her eyes and touched the magic pearl with her little nose. A golden spark flashed in the air. She took the book from Mafalda's hands, opened it, and chose the tale that seemed to be waiting for her, glowing among the pages.
In a gentle voice, she began to read.
"Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit who lived in the woods. He kept tripping over tree roots and pebbles. At school, he made mistakes reading letters and numbers, so he didn't want to go anymore. When the teacher saw his drawings, she said: 'Well done!' His mom and dad said the same: 'Well done!' But to him, the colors seemed faded. The truth was, he couldn't see well, but instead of saying so, he would run away and hide in a burrow beneath a talking tree. And the tree, with the rustle of its leaves, whispered a secret: talk to your parents. So he did, and they helped him get glasses. And the world became beautiful again."
Giannina closed the book. She understood: with the magic pearl, she could read the hearts of children, discovering emotions and secrets waiting to be brought to light.
"You know," she said to her little listeners, "not long ago, I couldn't see well either. But I put on these glasses and poof! The world became clearer and more beautiful."
A boy approached her, almost embarrassed, and whispered in her ear: "Maybe I need them too, like you."
Giannina gently stroked him. "I helped you open your heart. Now talk to your parents, and everything will be fine."
Just then, a little rabbit appeared suddenly from the bushes. He came up to Giannina, hugged her, and said: "You are magically magical!"
And — you won't believe it — that little rabbit was wearing a lovely pair of colorful glasses.
From that day on, Giannina took the children of the town by the paw, teaching them to believe in themselves and to have confidence. She became the mascot with the magic glasses, and everyone wanted to wear them just like her.
But the true wonder was how she now saw the world from her window: brighter, more colorful, more alive. And every evening, before falling asleep, she would touch the pearl with her little nose and smile, knowing that the next day she would help someone else see the world with new eyes.
It almost seemed like it had been a dream. But as we know, reality and fantasy often walk hand in hand.
— Written by Lucia & Marco Ciappelli

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