Fattoincasa family - star socks E-Book

Miriam Dubini

• Herausgeber: Miriam Dubini
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

The Fattoincasa Family is composed of five talking socks; one day, fed up of being locked in a closet all day, they decide to escape and explore the big world outside. They will come across many different objects, and for each of them they will invent a game to turn human things in wonderful creatures of imagination. Thanks to the illustrated cards, you will be able to learn step by step the way to create the toys that the Fattoincasa Family has created, and you will be able to follow the course of the story by participating with your imaginative creations.

Leseprobe

Introduction

Dear feet,

My name is Gina and I’m a sock. I live in a wardrobe with my family but we get bored balled up all day long among undies and vests. We socks were made to wander the world! When you don’t take us out… well…we just tippy-sock out of the wardrobe.

We are the Homemade Family because every time we leave for a new ADVENTURE we find something you humans have thrown out because you’re sure it’s useless. Well guess what? You can re-use ad recycle it! How? Well all you have to do is come on an adventure with us. You’ll read and play with our inventions, there’s one for every season and every occasion. I wrote them all down with my very own feet!!! So my dear little feet, what are you waiting for join my family and I on one of our crazy adventures!!! Before we start let’s meet the family.

Chapter 1

Just like in any other family, each of us has a nickname. Mine, for example is Parigina, like those socks that barely reach above the knee. In fact, I’m pretty tall for my age and if you put my 5 pigtails on top of that, I’m the tallest little sock in the whole wardrobe.

Nonetheless, everyone in my family calls me Gina. My brother has a nickname too: his name is Pedalino but at home we call him Lino. Then there’s my mother, whose name is Calzamaglia. Her name was shortened too and became Amaglia. My dad Calzerotto goes by the name of Otto and my granddad Gambaletto, is Betto. I’ve always asked myself why nicknames are shorter than names. I’ve wracked my brains for weeks and weeks without being able to find an answer. Then one day my Grandpa Betto explained it: “So that when I call you, you get here quickly and I can give you a big kiss on the ankle”. My granddad has an answer for everything, even for my questions which are the hardest of all.

Chapter 2

I understood that Grandpa was right on a winter’s night. There were four days left till Christmas and we were all hung out to dry in front of the bathroom window. The clear sky dotted by bright stars, hanging like us in the dark only without strings or clothes pegs. My brother and I like hanging upside down, like bats and look at the constellations. My dad however, can’t stand it.

“It makes me feel hungry” he always complains.

The truth is that he would eat all day long if he could. He actually has a pretty big belly but he’s a great cook.

“Calzerottuccio!” my mom sang out “when we go back into the closet will you cook us something delicious?”

“Sure Calzamaglietta! I’ll make your favorite dish: stringy pasta with yarn sauce!”

They so insisted on calling each other those really long pet names that they didn’t realize that something wonderful was going on in the sky: a star flew out of the blue of the night and was moving towards us fast as lightning.

“Lino!” I screamed suddenly.

“A shooting star!” my brother echoed me right away.

“Where?” “When?” said mom and grandpa, disappointed at having missed it.

Dad just said his usual two words:

“I’m hungry.”

Tonight I saw the craziest looking constellation in the world; the Big Socking! You can see it too, appearing over your bed right before your dreams start. When Christmas is over, instead of putting the Christmas tree lights away inside a box and forgetting them for another year... stick them into a cloud!

Chapter 3

“That’s impossible! It’s almost Christmas and shooting stars are only seen in the summertime.” Grandpa explains.

“But I saw it! I’m sure!” I insisted.

“So maybe it was a comet!” Mom realized.

“If that’s so then we still have a chance to see it! Let’s go!” cried Grandpa.

As soon as he said this he unpinned himself off the clothes line, as agile as an acrobat, he freed us all and then said:

“Tie yourselves up into a rope my dear socks! Tonight we’re escaping again!”