"It rained a lot that afternoon! Rain leaked through the nest of the duck Pomponia that was very happy surrounded by her small children". (This is said by the educator that will be the narrator).

"The little ducks leant out under the wings of their mother, watching the heavy shower falling and, from time to time, they ran outside to get soaked and to shake their little wings covered with yellow feathers." (Continues the narrator).

"How cold is the water? Let’s go to the lagoon!_ they shouted pushing Pomponia, who in the end made up her mind to take them." (Pomponia puppet leans out its head).

"But one of the little brothers said that they should not count on him because he did not know how to swim and could drown." (The narrator).

"This Monono is always afraid; he always thinks that he cannot do things. Don’t you know my son that ducks do not have to go the school to learn how to swim? Don’t you know that when little ducks are born they already know how to swim?_ said the mother duck (Pomponia Puppet).

_ "That has to be for the other ducks, mummy Pomponia, but not for me, I can’t swim, the little duck Monono said with a great insecurity and distress."
(Monono Puppet).

Their little brothers that were listening screamed _ "This Monono is always scared!" (Narrator).

_ "Boy, have confidence in yourself, and in others, listen to what I’m telling you" -
Pomponia told him off; but his mother’s attitude made him even more insecure.(Pomponia and the narrator).

_ "Quack, Quack!"_ refused Monono (Monono denying).

_ "How dare you say that, you rude?" _ the duck got angry (angry Pomponia)

_"Quack, Quack, leave me alone!"_ he repeated_"No, I can’t even think of wetting the tip of my beak! I am a dry duck and that’s it!"(Monono)

_"Ok"_ she said _. "Stay in the house while we are going to have fun" (Pomponia)

The little duck saw them move away and grieved, as he would like to go as well, if only he could swim (Narrative).

Hiding himself not to be discovered, he arrived at the lagoon where his family was gathered together and, saying very quietly: I can one, I can two, he threw himself head first into the chilly and calm water of the lagoon, verifying, enchanted that he knew how to swim. Wow! Wow! (The narrator with Monono in the hand doing as if he was swimming in the lagoon).

Having a large protruding abdomen Monono was floating! Wow! Wow! (Monono moving as if it swam).

_ "Mummy, look"_ he shouted _"I am a swimming duck! (Monono)

_ "Quack, Quack, Quack!"_ the mother and the little brothers laughed at him seeing him stamping and dousing as a duck confident of his abilities as a good swimmer (The narrator takes in his hand Pomponia that moves as if she laughed)

And Monono, convinced that all the ducks know how to swim although nobody teaches them because they only need to have confidence in themselves, moved away proudly on the water as a pretty little boat of feathers (The narrator with Monono in the hand doing as if he moved away).

"The tiny Pony."

Long ago, in a corner of a property, a jet black little horse was born and he was so small that he looked like a toy pony. The birds that lived close by got immediately excited with the news. All came flying to contemplate it closely. (Display the picture).

_ What a beautiful thing! That creature is so precious!_ trilled a little bird..

_ My child will be called Pirulí_said his mother.

The childhood of the pony was very happy. It spent the time trotting with his companions and learning to speak with a parrot that was a bit scatterbrained, that repeated to him from morning to night:_ Mummy, Daddy, Mummy, Daddy......

The pony was very happy drinking cool water in the little stream, watching the sun rise, galloping as he pleased through the meadow covered with little roses,.

Three years passed by. All the other foals had grown and were great horses, but not Pirulí; he was the same size, but he knew how to march very well, to stand in two legs, and he had even learned to greet, bending a knee or inclining the head (To display picture).

But something very bad happened to him once. One day, Pirulí approached the corral where there were two men, and he heard one of them saying and pointing to him:

_ This little horse cannot carry bundles, nor pull a small cart, nor take a rider. He is good for nothing.

The pony went away from there very sad. He walked slowly and moved away from the corral, and went to the lagoon where he contemplated itself for a while afflicted._ I am not worth anything, he said_I’m a rag horse. And he cried for a long time.

And his Mummy appeared, and she asked him scared: _Why are you crying, Pirulí?

Pirulí told his Mummy what he had heard. Its Mummy felt sorry when seeing the pain of her little beloved son, and she told him sweetly: _ If you are different from the other horses it does not mean that you are worth less. In addition, to carry bundles is not the only thing that can be done in life.

Drying the tears with his tail, Pirulí assured with grief:_ But, Mummy, it is that they make fun of me. And I do not like it when they make fun of me.

_ Then, go away and look for your place elsewhere. The world is wide for those who trust their possibilities, you are small but you know how to do many things that other horses do not know how to do.

At dawn of the next morning, Pirulí left sure that he would find his happiness, because he was a very intelligent pony.

_ Good bye, mummy.

_ Good bye, Pirulí, Good luck, you know that you can be successful if you make an effort.

A year went by, a second year went by. Nobody even remembered the tiny pony. Only his Mummy did not forget him. The one day, THE CIRCUS arrived in the town! And everybody went to see it. (Show a picture).

_ Dear spectators: we are pleased to present the great Piccolino! The most intelligent horse of the world!

There he was, Piccolino, being applauded! The great Piccolino! He was jet black, with curly mane and great shiny eyes. He had bridles of gold tissue, a plume of feathers on the forehead, and a saddle embroidered in silver threads, and he was so small, but so small, and he marched very well and he knew how to greet bending and to dance in two legs... and was so sure of itself! Piccolino was the tiny pony! (Show picture).

• If you are different from the other horses that does not mean that you are worth less.
• The world is wide for those that trust their possibilities, you are small but you know how to do many other things that others do not know how to do.
• In addition, to load bulks is not the only thing that can be done in life.
• The pony was able to do something good because it had confidence in itself.