Nothing like childhood, when you can still fly without wings
“Ready! One, for the fox. Two, for the rabbit. And three, for the Champ…!” Danilo shouted as he started to run on the count of one, as fast as he could. But on this occasion, Magnifico was on his own turf.
Of course, he knew the road perfectly well, the steep climb on the curve and the straight, level stretch after the pine tree (where the Virgin was waiting to see him speed by), until finally arriving at the farm.
The most important fact of it all, was that on this particular occasion; Magnífico was barefoot, and so, he wouldn’t trip because of the shoes, as it happened earlier that day in the park. Magnifico, like most of those country boys, rarely used shoes. Because of the party, and especially the Mass, he was dressed in his best second-hand clothes, carefully mended and stitched by his mom a few nights before, and of course, with his awkward-fitting shoes.
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