Baseball Cap Embroidery Machine

Version Nanni Moretti :

How does' The Micca?

Version Italo Calvino :
A rich merchant had a son named Bobo, cute and talented with a great willingness to learn. His father gave him a very learned teacher, because he taught all the languages. After graduation, Bobo came home one evening and was walking with his father PEL garden. In a tree, the sparrows cried: twittering from a stun. - This will pass me break the eardrums every night, "said the merchant plug his ears. And Bobo - Do you want me to explain what they are saying? The father looked at him in amazement. - How do you want to know what they say about the sparrows? Are you a prophet? - No, but the master has taught me the language of all animals. - Oh, well I spent my money! - His father said. - What do you got that master? I wanted them to teach you languages speaking people, not those of the beasts! - The languages \u200b\u200bof the animals are more difficult, and the teacher wanted to start with those. The dog ran towards them barking. And Bobo - Do you want me to explain what it says? No! Leave me alone with your language of beasts! My poor money! They walked along the moat, and singing frogs. - Even the frogs we needed to keep me happy ... the father grumbled. - Father, do you want me to explain ... Bobo began. - Go 'to hell with you and who taught you! The father, angry that he had thrown away the money to educate his son, and the idea that the wisdom of the animal language was a bad luck, he called two servants and told them what they should do the next day. In the morning, Bobo was awakened, one of the servants had it mounted in a carriage and sat near, and the other on the box, whipped up the horses and galloped off. Bobo did not know anything about that trip, but saw that the servant next to him his eyes were puffy and sad. - Where are we going? - She asked. - Why are you so sad?
But the servant was silent. Then the horses began to neigh, and Bobo leaders who said: - Sad journey is ours, leading to death the young master. And the other replied: - Cruel was the order of his father. - So, you have the order from my father to take me to kill? - Bobo said the servants. The startled servants: - How do you know? - Asked. - They told me that the horses - Bobo said. - Then kill me now. Why make me suffer waiting for? - We do not have the heart to do it, - said the servants. - Think of the way to save you. In that overtook them, the barking dog, who ran after the carriage. And he said Bobo designed: - To save my life I'd give my young master! - If my father is cruel - Bobo said, - there are also faithful creatures; you, my dear servants, and this dog. says he is ready to give his life for me. - Well, - said the servants, - kill the dog, and bring his heart to his master. You, young master, fled. Bobo embraced the servants and the faithful dog, and if left to chance. In the evening came to a farmhouse and asked for admission to the farmers. They were sitting at dinner, when the courtyard was the barking of the dog. Bobo listened to the window, then said: - Hurry up, sent to bed women and children, and arm yourselves to the teeth and beware. At midnight a gang of robbers is to overwhelm you. The peasants believed that would give him the time of the brain. - But how do you know? Who told you? - I knew that the dog barked to warn you. Poor beast, if I was not there I would have wasted my breath. If you listen to me, you have been saved.
The peasants, with their rifles, began in ambush behind a hedge. The wives and children were shut in the house. At midnight, we hear a whistle, then another, another, then a movement of people. The hedge came a volley of lead. The thieves fled, and two remained in the dried mud, with knives in hand. A Bobo great feasts were made, and the peasants wanted to stop with them, but he took his leave, and continued his journey. Walk, walk, the evening comes to another farmhouse. It is uncertain whether or not a knock knock, when he heard a croaking of frogs in the ditch. Is to listen, saying: - Come on, hand me the host! To me! To me! If I do not ever leave the host to me, I do not play more! You do not take it and breaks! We kept it full for so many years! Approaches and see: the frogs were playing ball with the sacred wafer. Bobo made the sign of the cross. - Six years, are now, who is here in the ditch! said the frog. - Since the daughter of the farmer was tempted by the devil, and instead of making the communion wafer hid in his pocket, and then returning from church, tossed in the ditch here. Bobo knocked at the house. The invitation to dinner. Speaking with the peasant, he learned that he had a daughter, sick for six years, but no doctor knew that the disease, and now it was dying. - Challenge! - Bobo said. - It is God who punishes. Six years ago he threw the Sacred Host into the ditch. You have to try this Host, and then communicate it faithfully, then heal. The farmer astounded. - But who know all these things? - From frogs, "said Bobo. The farmer, though without understanding, reached into the ditch, found the victim, he communicated his daughter, and she was cured. Bobo did not know how to compensate, but he did not want anything, took his leave, and went away. A day of great heat, he found two men who were resting in the shade of a chestnut. She lay down beside them and asked to keep them company. They began to talk: - Where do you go, you two? - In Rome, come on. Do not you know that the Pope is dead and elect a new Pope? Meanwhile, on the branches of the chestnut tree was to settle a flight of sparrows. - Even these sparrows are going to Rome, "said Bobo. - And how do you know? asked those two. - I understand their language, "said Bobo. She listened, and then: - You know what they say? - What? - They say that the Pope will be elected one of the three of us. At that time, to elect the Pope was left free a dove flew into St. Peter's Square filled with people. The man on whose head would have placed the dove, was to be elected Pope The three arrived in the crowded square and drove into the crowd. The dove flew, flew, and alighted on the head of Bobo. Amid chants and shouts of joy was hoisted above a throne and dressed in precious clothes. He stood up to bless and in the silence that had grown in the square was heard a cry. An old man had fallen to the ground, apparently dead. Noticed in the old and the new Pope recognized his father. Remorse had killed him and barely had time to ask for forgiveness to his son, then about to expire in his arms. Bobo forgave him, and was one of the best popes who ever had the Church.

Version Gianni Rodari :

The dog could not bark
There once was a dog who could not bark. Not barking, not mewed, not growled, not nitrite, did not know how to do any. It was a lonely little dog, who knows what had happened in a country without dogs. On its own would not have even noticed that something was missing. There were others to make him understand. They said:

• But you do not bark?

• do not know ... I am a stranger ...

• Feel that answer. Do not you know that dogs bark?

• To what end?

• because they are barking dogs. Bark tramps passing, mischievous cats, a full moon. They bark when they are happy when they are nervous, when are angry. During the day, mostly, but also at night.

• be, but I ...

• But you, what? You are a problem, go there one day or another will put you in the paper.

  The dog did not know how to answer these criticisms. He could not bark and do not know how to learn.

• Fa 'like me - he said once a cock, he had compassion on him. It fired two or three sound Chicchirichi .

• It seems to me difficult - he said the puppy.

• Not at all, is simple. Play well, ago 'attention to moi beak.

• short, Watch me and tries to imitate me.

The cock took another Chicchirichi .

The dog tried to do the same, but went out of his mouth just a clumsy "whatever", which routed the chickens scared.

• Never mind, - said the cock, - for the first time too. Try again, come on.

The puppy tried again once, twice, three. He tried again every day. Practiced in secret, from morning to evening. Sometimes, more freedom to practice, went into the woods. One morning, while it was precisely in the woods, he could make a Chicchirichi so true, so beautiful and so powerful that the fox heard him and thought to himself: "Finally, the rooster has come to see me. I will run and thank you for visiting ..." And in fact it ran, but did not forget to bring fork, knife and napkin because a fox is not the most appetizing breakfast of a beautiful rooster. One can understand how he felt bad when, instead of the rooster, he saw the dog, curled up on its tail, throwing one after another those Chicchirichi.

• Ah, - said the fox - that is the case, I had laid a trap.

• A trap?

• course. You made me believe that there was a rooster lost in the woods and you've hidden to catch. Luckily I saw you on time. But this game is unfair. Dogs usually bark to warn arriving hunters.

• I assure you that I ... You see, I did not think mica hunting. I came to exercise.

• Exercises? And what kind?

• I practice to learn to bark. I almost learned, how I do feel good.

and down a sonorisssimo Chicchirichi .

The fox wanted to burst with laughter. It is rolling on the ground, holding his belly, biting his mustache and tail. Our little dog was so mortified that they went away in silence, face down, with tears in his eyes.

There, nearby, a cuckoo. Go see the dog, he feels compassion.

• What have they done?

• Nothing.

• Then why are you so sad?

• Eh ... so and so ... because I can not bark. No one teaches me.

• If only for this, I'll teach you. Listen carefully as I do and try to do like me: Cuckoo ... Cuckoo ... Cuckoo ... Do you understand?

• It seems easy.

• Easy. I knew as a child to do well. Try: Cuckoo ... Cuckoo ...

• Cu ... - Did the dog. -Cu ...

He felt that day, he tried the next day. At the end of a week we could pretty well already. He was really happy and thought: "Finally, finally began barking seriously. Now, can no longer fool."

in those days opened hunting. Were many hunters in the woods, even those shooting at everything they hear and see. Shoot a nightingale, disappear. Pass a hunter of that type there, feels out of a bush Cuckoo ... Cuckoo ... , and pointed the gun - pam! bang! - leaves from two strokes.

I shot, fortunately not hit the dog. The only touched the ears, making zIIP zIIP, like in the comics. The dog-legged route. But he was astonished: "That must be insane hunter, even if you shoot the dogs barking ..."

Hunter, meanwhile, was looking for the bird. He was sure of having killed him.

• He must have taken away that mutt, who knows where it turned out - was grumbling. And to vent his anger fired a mouse that had put his head out of his hole, but did not take it.

The dog ran, ran ...

First Final

The dog ran. It happened in a field where grazing peacefully vaccherella.

• Where are you?

• I do not know.

• Then stop. Here is the excellent grass.

• Eh, not the grass that I can heal ...

• Are you sick?

• You bet. I do not know barking.

• But if it is the most simple in the world! Listen to me: Mooo ... Mooo ... Mooo ... Not a good direction?

• Not bad. I'm not sure that it is the right way. You are a cow ...

• course you are a cow.

• Not me, I'm a dog.

• course you're a dog. So what? Nothing prevents you from learning my language.

• What an idea! What an idea! - Said the dog.

• What?

• What I'm getting right now. Learn the ways of all animals and I will engage a circus. I'll have a hit, I'll be rich and marry the princess. The king of dogs, of course.

• Bravo, you've thought better. So, at work. Listen carefully: Mooo ... Mooo ... Mooo ...

• Mooo ... - Did the dog.

was a dog who could not bark, but had little provision for languages.

According to the final.

The dog ran ran. He met a peasant.

• Where you running?

• I do not know either.

• Then come to my house. I just need to it makes me a dog guarding the henhouse.

• I would come there, but I warn you: I can not bark.

• better. The dogs are barking away thieves. You, however, do not you feel, it will close and you can bite him, so will the punishment they deserve.

• I'm, - said the dog.

And so was the dog barking that could not find a job, a chain and a bowl of soup every day.

Third final

The dog ran, ran. Suddenly he stopped. What a strange voice was heard. Bau bau , did. Bau bau .

• "This verse tells me something - he thought the dog - but I can not understand what kind of animal is one that does.".

• Bau, bau .

• "It will be the giraffe? No, perhaps the crocodile. It is a wild animal, the crocodile. We should approach with caution".

Crawling through the bushes the little dog went in the direction whence came that woof that, who knows, because he was so strong heart beat beneath the surface.

• Bau Bau.

• Toh, another dog.

know that it was the dog of the hunter who had just shot him when he heard Cuckoo .

• Hello, dog.

• Hello, dog.

• to say that I know you're doing?

• Towards? For your rule and rule I do not do poetry, I abbiao.

• Abba? You know bark?

• Nature. Do not demand that barriers such as an elephant or that roars like a lion.

• Then teach me?

• not know bark?

• No.

• Listen and look good. It goes like this: wow, wow ...

• Bau, bau, - now said our puppy. And he thought to himself, touched and happy: "Finally I trussed the master right."

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