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Crystal, The Owl

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“ Every being has his virtues”, so says Mrs. Tita, a monarch butterfly, a teacher at The School of Butterflies, attended by all flying animals living nearby.

“ So do all the people, plants, animals... the birds, the insects, everything that God há s put on this world”, she went on.

- “ In what way, ma’ am”, asked Zezo, the canary, intrigued.

Mrs. Tita, with the candor of a good educator that she was, explained “ It is very important that you and your fellows learn how to respect the values and limitations of one another, and you must at all times be good. Furthermore, be grateful, for gratitude is the feeling with which all the nests will open up for you.”

* I don’ t get it, says Zezo

“ It is indeed very simple. During our last class, we talked about solidarity. We all saw the example of Jojobs the Ladybug, who volunteers helping all little insects of the garden, protects the environment and also teaches good manners here in our school during the weekends. You do thinks like that yourself, don’ t you, Zezo? Don´ t you take care of the little orphan birds by bringing them food and hay so that they get warm?”

* Of course I do that, ma’ am. I do enjoy helping

“ So you know, what this is all about. And on talking about solidarity, gratitude and helping people at all times, I will tell you the story of Crystal, Owl”

As the only child of Criselda the Owl and Bonifacio the Big Owl, she was spoiled in every way. She had a nice, full of feathers nest, fresh fruit, water from the fall; she had strolls in the park and received lots of love from her parents.

During one of her first flights, she listened to a bird called uirapuru, who sang very well, but she felt bad because she wanted to sing beautifully, too.

* Don’ t be sad, said her mom Criselda, all we can do is hoot. That´ s different from the other birds’ singing but it is not bizarre. It is our characteristic

 

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Ana Maria Stoppa, nata a Santo André-SP, si scrive come Ana Stoppa, ítalo- brasiliana, Cittadina Onoraria del Municipio di Mauá-SP, nata a Mauá-SP, Direttrice dell’”Ação Social” 2016- 2918, Ordine degli Avvocati del Brasile, Santo André/SP,   Presidente Onorario – Brasile- Italia dalla Associazione Culturale On

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