Copertina
Date 1952
Country Argentina
City Unquillo
Province Colón
Region/State Córdoba
Grade 1 inferior
Sex of author F
The dead canary

Poor canary! For days and weeks, he had cheered up our patio. He was the most popular. The one with the chocolate-coloured speck on the head. And this morning, gathered around his cage during recess, we noticed he was not on the hammock where we’d always find him.

El canario muerto

¡Pobre canario! Durantes días y semanas había alegrado nuestro patio. Era el más conocido. El de la manchita color chocolate en la cabeza. Y esta mañana, al rodear su jaula en el recreo, notamos que no estaba en la hamaca donde siempre lo encontrabamos.

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My granny

My granny spends her time sitting on an armchair and she doesn’t bother anyone. Her hair is white as snow; my hand does not dare touch it. She tells me legends from the past and says that young children were more obedient. I love her very much and I bought this bouquet for her.

Mi abuelita

Mi abuelita se pasa las horas sentada en un sillón y no molesta a nadies. Tiene los cabellos blancos como la nieve, mi mano no se atreve a tocarlos. Me cuenta leyendas de tiempos pasados y dice que los niñitos eran más obedientes. Yo la quiero mucho y este ramito de flores compré para ella.

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