In the land of Adara, a boy named Pietro lived with his Grandmother. He loved to go for long walks among the green hills that surrounded his home. One brilliant spring afternoon, Pietro found himself in a beautiful valley filled with trees and flowers - bright and fresh after winter’s sleep.

Breathing the sweet air deeply, he walked along; stopping now and again to listen to a bird sing or to smell a new flower. As he walked deeper into the valley, he heard the sound of water merrily tinkling over rocks in a stream bed. Coming closer to the sound he found himself in a grassy glade with the chuckling stream in the center.

The sun found holes in the leafy canopy overhead and brightly illumined the grass and sparkled in the water. Pietro was enchanted by the beauty of the place; he sat down on a warm smooth rock by the stream to rest.

As he looked out over the water he noticed what he thought was a small patch of fog hovering over the stream. As he looked closer he saw that it looked more like a small cloud and he wondered how a cloud could stay there without moving.

Without warning, Pietro heard a voice come out of the cloud and it startled him so that he fell off the rock he was sitting on and into the stream! The voice in the cloud laughed; a sound like bells ringing merrily.

“You should be more careful, Pietro,” laughed the voice, “you’d better get out the water now; you’re scaring the fish.”

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