His dream was very simple… before dying spend a never ending summer beneath its sun, in a house with an orange clay-tiled pitched roof
And sometimes during the coffee break, Magnifico, who at the time was known by a different name, the name of his childhood days, asked his father:
“Daddy, sir. How is it that you wake so early in the mornings? You see, sir, you arrive here at the shed, before I can even manage to get out of bed.”
Every night, Magnifico fell asleep thinking that perhaps the next morning he’d finally get up earlier, and even arrive at the shed before his father did.
His father observed him closely. He could tell how his son wanted desperately to become a grown up. He’d reply laughing.
“So, excuse me, Sir. Now it happens that I arrive very early. It seems to me that maybe you arrive a bit late, do you think?”
The shed held five cows. Lencha the typical spotted black and white cow was the oldest of them all. She had turned fifteen years old, and to Magnifico eyes she felt absolutely ancient, for beside she had delivered nine calves during her long life. There was a corral next to the stable, where they kept eight goats and three sheep, each one with its own name. And finally, in the horse’s stable there were two horses, one was black and the other a pinto, plus a white mare and yes, by the way, a black mule called Georgina.
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