Micro Camping Trailers

seconda elementare (favola 1a parte)

una mattina di gennaio con brume alla finestra e scarso entusiasmo lavorativo di maestra e bambini.

leggiamo una favola.

le formiche e la cicala

un gorno d'autunno, le formiche stavano facendo seccare il loro grano che s’era bagnato. Una cicala affamata venne a chiedere loro un po’ di cibo. E quelle le dissero: “Ma perché non hai fatto provvista anche tu, quest’estate?”. “Non avevo tempo”, she replied, "I had to sing melodious songs to cheer up my lawn." "And you dance, now that winter is, if you sang in the summer!", They said, laughing ants.

well, all attentive listeners, and anxious, because the book is "huge" or waiting for a sequel or other fables.

however, because the teachers have a major flaw, namely a kind of wide-angle lens mounted in the brain that allows enjoyment extemporaneous and, therefore, since the interest is already being prepared in this brain, exactly the 'educational use, the mappaepistemologicacon obiettivigeneraliformativiespecifici and control verifichespiegazionifavolecorrelateecccecccc. Obviously all mixed in with memories of past school in mind this type of printed illustrations in focus:

the big question here is, well

children, what makes you think of this story? you know inside there is a moral, a lesson, an explanation of things to do.

and here is collapsing years and centuries of strong convictions.

certainly expecting a comment here is that instead of the more ciccio Bravin, sweet and ready girl in class, I like to call it hydrangea because in his ability to invade the entire class is still a little girl, delicate and sweet as petal hydrangea precisely.

here that hydrangea ago

here that we must not be selfish and you have to help those in need!

here is unlike me, full of superstructures, my little hydrangea has developed in its seven Coccetti of this other girl image.

and his little tiny heart has not stood the mourning for the hungry poor cicaluccia!

plus entusiatico support of the whole class.

let's try another:

the frog and the scorpion

not knowing a scorpion asked a frog swimming: Please, dear frog, I'd take the other side of the brook? "

" I was mad, "replied the frog, I do not want to get me to bite you."

"But think, frog, if you help me cross the river taking me on my back, I never, ever bite you, if I did, drown, because I can not swim." The frog thought, and decided to help the scorpion.

So the scorpion hopped back in the breaststroke, and both jumped into the water. They were already half-way point, right in the middle of the river, when the frog felt a piercing pain on my back. "What?" he exclaimed, "I you bet! And now they both die, and I to the poison, and you because you will drown! ? But why did you do? "

" Yeah, because I have done? Why is my nature to sting, and I can not help it. "

haha \u200b\u200bnow we see how little you get that first hydrangea ... you raise your hand sly

- well, you need to help others, even if is dangerous .-

my imploring eyes goes to Ciccio, but he's lost in daydreams personal, at least judging by the absence of any participation.

hydrangea with its petalini convince the whole class.

moral

children taaaantoooo today are good.

tomorrow small hydrangea , I prepared the fox and the grapes. (Will be Freudian?)