![]() ![]() My dear, I have a few gifts for you that you can wear immediately.’ Antonio clapped his hands giving other parrots in colourful outfits a signal to bring multicoloured accessories and give them to Tola, Pola and Rascal. ‘OK, we keep on talking here while the carnival awaits. This is the promise of Antonio Arantes do Nascimento.’ ‘Don’t worry, honey, today you will all learn the national dance of Brazil. ‘Ha, ha, ha! This may not be modest, but I do know that.’ The parrot laughed. ![]() ‘Oh dear! You are a great dancer!’ she meowed with admiration. Neither of them wanted to dance with such a crazy bird. Pola and Rascal looked at each other knowingly. ‘I’m Antonio, I daresay the best dancer among the indigo macaws and, by the way, a great fan of our sweet Inga.’ He fluttered his eyelashes, pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss. ‘Welcome to Rio!’ he called, a bit breathless. After a few minutes of a crazy dance, he did three pirouettes and came to greet the others. ![]() Aunt Inga’s colourful scarf was waving in the wind and her friend, whom she haven’t seen for a long time, was turning her to the right, then to the left, lifting her up and to the sides. Now he looked even more cheerfully and immediately began dancing with her. ‘Samba!’ called Antonio, recognising the aunt. ‘Did you confuse my niece with me? Hoo, hoo, hoo! This means we haven’t seen each other for a really long time!’ ‘Oh, Antonio!’ squealed Aunt Inga, amused. ‘My sweet Inga, why did you do this?’ he called. ‘Ouch, ouuuuch!’ The stranger cried out with pain. ‘Wait, stop! I don’t know you!’ cried Pola as she stepped on the dancer’s foot as hard as she could. He came closer to the group of friends, moving to the rhythm as he grabbed Pola to dance. ‘ Bom Dia, my sweetie!’ Suddenly, a stranger holding a small radio on his shoulder jumped out from behind a tree. The animals didn’t manage to say anything else because suddenly, a loud music echoed around them. The statue was as high as a ten-storey building, located at the top of a granite mountain and was indeed impressive and breathtaking. It’s not only the cultural icon of Rio de Janeiro, the capital of Brazil, but also the largest statue of Christ in the world! I think it’s 30 metres high… it’s impressive, isn’t it?’ ‘Hoo, hoo, hoo! I bet you’re seeing the statue of Christ the Redeemer for the first time. Suddenly, she started laughing sincerely, because it turned out that they were looking at a huge statue… of Jesus. ‘Do not pronounce the name of God in vain,’ Rascal wanted to say, but after looking in the same direction as Tola, he also called ‘Oh! Jesus!’Īunt Inga turned around to see what her little companions were looking at. ‘It’s so green and colourful…’ added Pola, delighted. ‘It’s so warm here!’ barked Rascal, happily. They were surrounded by stunning colourful flowers. They landed in a park full of tall trees with lianas hanging from them, shorter orange trees and even banana trees filled with fruit. Our travellers had never seen so many different species of trees, shrubs and flowers in such a small area. After awhile, they found themselves in Brazil. ‘All that is good, all that is new, take us away, show us the truth’ the owl uttered the magical incantation and the hollow whirled around them. Pola, Tola and Rascal were prepared for the journey an hour later. The biggest carnival in the world is about to begin there!’ Looking at a startled Pola, she added ‘Oh, don’t be so surprised! You’d better call your friends and tell them we’re leaving! My friend Antonio is waiting for us on site.’ ‘What is that? My dear, it’s a mask! We’re flying to the carnival! I wrote to you that I would pay you a visit at the end of January and would take you and your friends to Brazil. ‘Well, I can see it’s you but… what is that thing on your head? And what are you doing here?’ she added more firmly, once she closed the door. ‘Aunt Inga, is that really you?’ she asked hesitantly. ‘Come on, don’t just stand like that, looking surprised! You don’t want your old aunt to freeze, do you?’ ‘Oh Pola, it’s me! Aunt Inga!’ The owl dressed in colourful clothes kissed Pola, pushed the door with her leg and walked into the hollow as if it was her own house. ‘Good morning’ Pola said, standing in the doorway. Its face was hidden behind a mask and it had colourful feathers all around its head. A really strange creature was standing in front of the hollow. She put the toothbrush down and walked to the door. ‘Who came to my tree hollow at dawn?!’ Pola was wondering. The owl had just woken up and was preparing to brush her teeth, when she heard a squeaky voice calling from behind the front door: ![]()
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