Didattica Scuola Primaria

Lettura e comprensione del testo Le avventure di Pokonaso – Capitolo III Qual è la passeggiata preferita da Pokonaso? Perché Okkibuffi barrisce? Che cosa lo ha punto? Quale oggetto scopre Pokonaso? Dove va la famiglia di Pokonaso il mattino seguente? Perché Babbo ad un certo momento rincorre il figlio urlando? Perché Pokonaso si perde? Chi aiuta Pokonaso e Okkibuffi a salvarsi? Rispondo alle domande del III Capitolo La passeggiata preferita da Pokonaso era camminare fino in cima alla valle, arrampicandosi su tortuosi sentieri e raggiungere il lago. Okkibuffi barrisce perché è stato punto da un corno che sbucava da un cespuglio. Pokonaso scopre che quel grande corno che aveva punto Okkibuffi era un corno di alce. La famiglia di Pokonaso il mattino seguente si incamminò verso la brughiera. Babbo rincorre Pokonaso e Okkibuffi urlando perché dove loro giocavano c'era il terreno paludoso. Pokonaso

Il brutto anatroccolo Un pomeriggio d'estate mamma anatra guardava con un sorriso le uova della sua covata che presto si sarebbero schiuse. “Cric crac” fece il primo uovo. “Cric crac” fecero una dopo l'altra tutte le uova. I gusci si ruppero e ne uscirono cinque batuffoli gialli. “Come siete belli!” disse la mamma. Ma un ultimo uovo, più grande e più scuro degli altri, era ancora chiuso. Mamma anatra era preoccupata, ma finalmente anche quello cominciò a scricchiolare. “Pac!” fece il guscio mentre si rompeva. Mamma anatra fu molto sorpresa quando vide il suo nuovo piccolo. “Non assomiglia affatto agli altri!” disse. “E' così grosso, e ha piume grigie e il becco grande!” “Com'è brutto!” dissero in coro le anatre della fattoria. “Com'è brutto!” dissero i cinque fratellini. “Pazienza! Diventerà più bello da grande!” sospirò la mamma, e portò i piccoli al laghetto a fare la loro prima nuotata. I giorni passarono, ma per il brutto anatroccolo non erano g

  A chocolate school One day the Minister of Education changed the structure and the organisation of elementary schools. That night he declared on the news: “Let’s be done with this school where kids have to study for hours on end, do homework and never have fun. From now on school will be fun. All classrooms will be full of toys, and lots of candy: chocolate, sweets and lots of Coke. The teachers will have to organize parties and games, and lots of fun trips. They will play films and educational cartoons. This way, kids will love school and will study more as a consequence: it is so simple.”  The news travelled the world and everybody praised this incredible initiative. Kids were happy and were already excited about the change. The only one who was angry was the Minister of Economy. He thought to himself: “How are we going to pay for all those toys, all those sweets, poor me!” The happiest of all were bakers, the toy and the cinema industries. The long awaited first day

 A not-so-clever fox A hungry fox, in the middle of the night, went to a henhouse to fill his stomach with a big hen. He managed to sneak in through a hole in the fence. The hens were asleep, but the rooster had one eye and one ear open and understood what was happening. He jumped up and placed himself on the highest point of the henhouse. When the wolf entered, the rooster seized it with a jump, and made it flee with a few sharp pecks. The hens were saved and the fox had to go to the vet to have its wounds taken care of. Brief synopsis: Once upon a time a very hungry fox decided to get into a henhouse. The hens were asleep because the rooster was watching over them. Indeed when the rooster saw the fox, it jumped on its back causing it to flee and run to the vet. Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean short story Saves and prints

One step away from the coast Far-away lights appear in the deep darkness of the sky and the sea; here we are, we are almost there. Time gives rhythm to the boat: slowly it looks for the north. All of a sudden a big fire brightens our faces, but this warmth brings no livelihood: it is only another demon, taking all hope away. In the dark waters, when everything seems to have reached its end, a big strong hand pulls me back to the surface. I don’t manage to meet his gaze and I dream, I dream of landing on a peaceful island where my wounds can scar, and start again. The sun’s warmth wakes me up and gives me strength. I walk on the whitest of beaches, stroked by a quiet sea, intensely blue. But soon it becomes grey, like the cold clouds that are now invading the sea. I wish for a blanket where I can find shelter, and I see an infinite number of them next to the coast, but now, those blankets, can’t warm me up anymore. Ercole Bonjean Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar

  November 2 nd So many flowers of so many colours: white, yellow, pink, purple, blue like the sky, in this unusual November day. The rays of the pallid sun are warm today; every now and then they appear to warm us, while the tall cypresses watch over passers-by: with slow steps, in a long file, they are going to meet their loved ones. The fading pattern of the marble is covered by solemn golden streaks. In a corner, there are a few crosses without names, of simple cheap wood, without flowers to adorn them. Only the children run around them, playing hide and seek, running to their hiding place. Now this place becomes a colourful garden, it fills with scents and chatter, and every once in a while a tear wets the ground, and through the grey clouds a simple prayer flies.   Ercole Bonjean Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean short story Saves and prinks

In bed with a fever Soon it will be Christmas, and Giulia has a bad fever. She is very cold but her mum keeps saying that she is warm, too warm. The child is upset, as she will not be getting up tomorrow nor opening her presents. It is midnight when she finally manages to fall asleep. In her dream, Santa Claus appears, with a big belly and a big beard. He has no presents with him but he is holding a plump baby. The baby looks at her and smiles. She wakes up quite early and her fever is gone: she is very happy. Somebody is watching her: “Mum, I have wanted to tell you for a long time, I’d like to have a little brother”. The face comes closer until it strokes her ear, and now a voice whispers: “He is here with us, you can’t see him because he is inside me.” Ercole Bonjean Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean short story Saves and prints