CRO
CRO AND ERA CLEA (G.Lanzani )
Cro-Cro was an hippopotamus very meagre that
was suffering for anorexia. He was fall in love with a beautiful hyppo
female--that was called Sbiricchina and
he wasn’t returned. Therefore he stood every times sad and lonely
put in the river Bru and cried low sobbing.
One
day came near him the crane Was-Clean ( noble of family that instead was
suffering of bulimia and was so enormous that can’t fly: she had a mass just
like a Jumbo Jet, just think !) . Seeing the hyppo so tired she asked him the
reason of his sadness and he told her the story of his life.
Was Clean was touched and fell in love with the poor
Cro-Cro: she decide to devote herself to comfort the poor animal. Yes dear reader because it’s a question of
animals….
Cro Cro was touched in his turn and for the first time
in his life he felt loved and so a tender passion was born between the two. You
must know that the father of Cro-Cro was a inhuman hyppo that brought many sons
into the world and after went strolling and carousing all over the world
without thinking of them.
His mother on the contrary was a famous hippo-female
mezzo-soprano and mezzo no, that touhgt only to her career and that never had
the time to attend to him. She was Granma Bighyppo that practically brought him
in the best ways, but nothing can do to stop that terrible depression of Cro
that at this point weigh, just think two grammy awards and half
without the bone ! A beautiful love
story was born you are thinkin and the two animals retook a normal weight and dimension ….
Unfortunately no my dear. You must know that in the
marsh there was a king that didn’t tolerate loves between differents and that
when knew the story sent to them and and gave them a dressing down threatening
terribles pains and big disasters for
the all community if they had permitted a scandal of that size.
Cro-Cro and Was Clean continued to fall in love but must stop to frequent himself and
simulate of nothing.
What a pity you
can tell…Yes, but you must know that the midge-male Priscilla secretely
carried to each other little messages
and in this covert way their love never ended.
However unfortunately they rest the one meagre,
almost invisible, and the other very
enormous, easy to identify also from the space!
P.S. Today an e-mail has arrived to me from the
moscerina Priscilla, with which I'm in relationship of friendship from when we
have crossed together the river Mekong in the summer of the 89, me on board of
a Defender Land Rover and her stuck to the back lunotto. Well, Priscilla tells
me some big novelties: you think that the king has been outcast for a revolt of
the swamp against one law of his that forbade to eat pastries on Sundays and to
his place has been crowned queen
Priscilla that was made to love from all the animals for her humanity (
if does him to say...). Is it Cro and Era it? They live together and they are
happy: if you go to the swamp you can
see them embraced that they look at the the moon on the edges of the second
right pond, called Pond of the Remembrances.