The story of the Root Children, Sibylle von Olfers Dai 5 anni C’è un mostro nel mio

C’è un mostro nel mio letto

in carne e ossa

O quasi…

quella della gazza ladra

dopo quello che è successo alle SUE foglie in autunno (sono misteriosamente sparite tutte)

The story of the Root Children, Sibylle von Olfers Dai 5 anni C’è un mostro nel mio"Under the ground, deep in the earth among the roots of the trees, the little root children were fast asleep all winter long. . ." When spring comes, it's time for the root children snowdrop, forget me not, buttercup, daisy and poppy to wake up! There are new dresses to sew, and insects to be painted. When summer comes, the root children are free to play in the beautiful fields, ponds and meadows. But when autumn comes and the cold wind starts to