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CHAPTER
1
High
in the Italian Alps lived a little boy called 'Poverino' That
means 'Poor little thing' in English, and a poor little thing
he was. Mainly because he was born to the greediest, most selfish
parents ever. No one would wish for parents like these. He,
unfortunately was the thirteenth boy and by that stage his most
awful of parents could not even be bothered to think of a name
for him. Twelve times of that nonsense according to them was
enough for anyone. The thirteenth child would have been sent
to the Italian equivalent of the workhouse if it hadn't have
been for his lovely old grandmother. She and other villagers
named him 'Poverino'. Some people would say any name was better
than no name.
All
his most awful of parents did was to sit in bed all day eating
away and watching their sons working in the fields in the hot
Italian sun. They would watch them from their balcony doorway.
Needless to say they became fatter and fatter and fatter.
It
was not long before little 'Poverino' was out there in the fields
doing his share of the work. When he was four years old to be
exact. His poor old grandmother would cry and cry, seeing him
move the hay, pick the grapes and drive the tractor round the
fields until night fell. As you can see Poverino was a very
unusual child for four years of age.

His
favourite task was to gather up the eggs each morning in the
old barn. The chickens adored him and would make his tasks in
the barn as easy as possible.
As
he grew older it became even more apparent why he had been given
the name 'Poverino'. Some things in life just don't happen by
chance. Not only was he thin and scraggy compared to his twelve
strapping brothers, he also had a carrot crop of hair on his
head, which Just stuck up in the air and would not grow downwards.
He
couldn't even lay his hair flat however hard he tried. When
he was five, it was a sorry sight to see him sitting on the
veranda with a pile of books on his head. At six he began to
wear woolly caps even on boiling hot days. But to no avail -
his hair would just spring light up again.
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