he began to think everyone had chosen the right name for him
after all as he really did feel like a poor little thing.
though nearly all his brothers were nice to him - he felt different
to them. A bit like ugly duckling felt different to his duckling
brothers and sisters.
they were nice to him, because he was different and there was
something very special about him. No one at this stage knew
what a charmed life Poverino was going to have. Unfortunately,
one brother called Ferdinando was jealous of Poverino, although
it was not obvious yet. He was lazy and mean and spent most
of the day eating chocolates with his gang of friends in his
forest hideaway. He did not like hard work and would avoid it
at all costs.
Poverino became tired after a hard day's work in the fields,
he would sunbathe on his hammock next to his favourite plant.
This plant was a massive gigantic sunflower, much, much taller
than little Poverino. The plant would bend itself to shade Poverino
from the scorching sun. Wherever he lay, the plant would gently
twist and twirl to protect his little friend. The plant was
fully-grown now but when it was a baby Poverino had looked after
it very carefully. He had watered it regularly and weeded the
soil around the plant. So the plant became strong and healthy.
Poverino had helped many a sick animal by taking honey and pollen
from the plant to the animal to help it get better quickly.
So it can safely be said Poverino had lots of friends in both
the local animals and the plant life m his beloved mountains.
were to be very beneficial to him in his battle against the
'mago' The 'mago' was a massive creature. Seen by very few but
heard by all. When it stomped around, all the mountains shook.
People ran to their houses for protection, some hiding in bushes
along the way when they knew they would not make it back. They
were terrified to hear their windows shaking and their doors
rattling. In fact widows had to be replaced every month the
'mago' came. Rumour had it the 'mago' had 3 heads. Each head
more ugly than the last. Each mouth with sharper teeth than
the last. A 'mago' bite was identifiable to all. It was indeed
a terrifying sight by anyone's standards. But little did he
know that he had met his match in little Poverino and his private
was Poverino's birthday - all the mountain folk came out to
celebrate. The sun was just setting and the evening was warm
- just perfect for a party. Everyone was there. His brothers,
his grandmother and his friends.