LEOPOLDO IL PASSEROTTO
In un pesino di campagna c’era un vecchio cascinale, dove i passeri solevano nidificare. Ed è qui che ha luogo la nostra storia ………
Leopoldo era un vivace Sparrow, who lived in a nest with mom, dad and three siblings.
The days passed very quiet and serene; mother sparrow was in search of food for its young that ENTITLED chirping happily.
One morning, however, the nest was all in turmoil, this would be a great day, the sparrows would learn to fly. Mama sparrow sat in his little row on the ledge, that Leopold was the youngest stayed last. Leopold watched the brothers take flight and hovering in the sky carried by the wind, one, two, three, all the sparrows and flying Leopold called loudly: "Come Leopold is beautiful, you see wonderful things from here." Leopold felt rather frightened and paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle of his small little body, mother sparrow came to him and reassuring voice told him: "Do not worry dear, if today you do not feel ready cloves to your first flight tomorrow .
The next day, and for many days to come Leopold was unable to fly, the brothers who were now flying the experts in the art of song and laughed at him. Leopold was lonely, sad and discouraged, he spent his days watching the brothers fly free and happy in the blue sky and asked his mother: "Mom Why I can not fly?" And mother always answered: "To each his own time Leopold. "Leopoldo but did not understand the words of her mother until one night while he slept he had a dream.
Leopoldo awoke the next morning in good spirits and finally managed to take flight, flew all morning and when returning home for lunch, my mother came and said, "To each his own time, Leopold." And Leopold hugged his mother and said, "Now I know what mom meant by that phrase!"
This story is dedicated to you children, you would like to forge ahead in your life and may already be large and your moms and dads who know how to patiently and lovingly help you grow in respect for your time.
In un pesino di campagna c’era un vecchio cascinale, dove i passeri solevano nidificare. Ed è qui che ha luogo la nostra storia ………
Leopoldo era un vivace Sparrow, who lived in a nest with mom, dad and three siblings.
The days passed very quiet and serene; mother sparrow was in search of food for its young that ENTITLED chirping happily.
One morning, however, the nest was all in turmoil, this would be a great day, the sparrows would learn to fly. Mama sparrow sat in his little row on the ledge, that Leopold was the youngest stayed last. Leopold watched the brothers take flight and hovering in the sky carried by the wind, one, two, three, all the sparrows and flying Leopold called loudly: "Come Leopold is beautiful, you see wonderful things from here." Leopold felt rather frightened and paralyzed, unable to move a single muscle of his small little body, mother sparrow came to him and reassuring voice told him: "Do not worry dear, if today you do not feel ready cloves to your first flight tomorrow .
The next day, and for many days to come Leopold was unable to fly, the brothers who were now flying the experts in the art of song and laughed at him. Leopold was lonely, sad and discouraged, he spent his days watching the brothers fly free and happy in the blue sky and asked his mother: "Mom Why I can not fly?" And mother always answered: "To each his own time Leopold. "Leopoldo but did not understand the words of her mother until one night while he slept he had a dream.
Leopoldo awoke the next morning in good spirits and finally managed to take flight, flew all morning and when returning home for lunch, my mother came and said, "To each his own time, Leopold." And Leopold hugged his mother and said, "Now I know what mom meant by that phrase!"
This story is dedicated to you children, you would like to forge ahead in your life and may already be large and your moms and dads who know how to patiently and lovingly help you grow in respect for your time.
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Ilene Lazzarini
Ilene Lazzarini
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