Button The donkey is tired and listless.
stands there in his dark wooden fence, in a hexagon of grass that seems never enough. When Sunday the man's arms reach out to his bored face and draw attention with screaming and shouting.
At that, unarmed, Button trots slow and tedious to get to the fence take a straw and hay from visitors to the park in April. He knows that if straight line and does the usual big head, then comes Tancredi with a couple of apples and a bucket of cold water.
soft caresses as it willingly, but suffers a button tickling brutal and every time you hold the braying like a madman when the children with hands tickling the back of the ant. When some time for the laughter breaks out is a huge mess: to make the children's desperate, howling like uninterrupted alarm and carers are frightened away. Tancredi then the glares and near the fence with his hands on his hips. Bray button instantly stops and retreats in the shadow of the hedge looking a bit 'of peace for a nap only, with the usual unnamed fly that buzzes spiral between the nostrils.
The gray coat has a big crooked cross of black hair that looks like a tangled patch of ink on a paper towel dusted. Button must admit that if it were not for Tancredi seems a butter berries, berries with a wild donkey of leaves and branches of berries to Lord fur zoccolame, curious beggars, good just to run around ruffled, and caciarone as the village idiot. It is therefore fortunate that Tancredi take care of him, without forcing him to do whatever they want, without requiring him to stay with people on Sunday if you do not feel like it. Just stroking, cleaning and talking for hours with a lisp Moscow between the noble and ridiculous, as only befits a child of either grade.
Tancredi arrives in the afternoon with a resounding set of keys, opened the house of the forest, slams the door mat and turns on the radio and the heater if it is winter. Then the system cards and flyers on the counter. And while waiting for someone to come around asking about the green half-hearted attempt a few problems on the diamond but does not hesitate to abandon the issue. On tiptoe slips under the fence and reappears next to Button who pretends to be sleeping. He began to tell all the gossip about his neighbors, whose eldest daughter cut her toenails on the balcony above all by dropping a rain of nails curved and whitish on its terrace on the ground floor. She tells him of the cries of his brothers when you need to decide who gets to keep the car on Saturday night. She tells him she wants to be a pilot even if he lacks the pupil already two diopters. Meanwhile
Button enjoying the chatter along the ear and allow polishing the hooves as if walking on the carpet . Then about seven Tancredi closes the hut, fills the bucket of his trusty steed with the necessary water and open the latch of the little wooden barn. Greets him without too much noise and disappears around the bend of the path of stars.
night, by crooked cross, Button unroll their wings.
Ali as long as Persian carpets and powerful arms of a man.
Tancredi's eyes to the sky in the window of his room and waits for sleep to the weights on the nose. And so it recognizes a figure in flight and awkward bulging sail the sky of the park. He looks like a donkey rides filled with helium or a rocking donkey meat and fur. However, Tancredi envy and a lot of thinking of his future trips pilot falls asleep in the twinkling of an eye.
Tancredi is a volunteer of the FAI. Button
a donkey fly.
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