Povero’s Luck

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Povero. He was very poor. He was so poor he could barely afford food and drink for him and his two brothers. His mother and father died of the plague not very long ago, and being the oldest, he was left with all of the responsibility. He was only able to read and write, for he had only gone to school for one year. He homeschooled his brothers to the best of his ability, and tried his best to watch them, as they were very rambunctious and always getting into trouble. But this did not put down Povero. Even though he was poverty-stricken and had about the worst of luck, Povero was always kind and greeted everyone with a smile, even if they didn’t. Everyone counted on Povero for a cheerful compliment anytime they needed it.

However, there was one boy in the village who hated Povero. His name was Ricco. He was not wealthy as well, but he was always mean. Everything was always someone else’s fault. He would make himself feel better by making others feel worse about themselves. He would beat up children anywhere he went, and he would always complain about everything. He would tease and nag adults and children. He didn’t care who he hurt, he just needed to hurt someone. Yet everyone tolerated him, and some children were even his friends.

One day Povero was hanging his clothes on the line when a small bird fell from the sky and into the woods near his shack. He ran to the woods to find the small bird lying on its back with a broken wing. He carefully picked up the bird and carried him to the back of his house. He set him down on the cleanest blanket he could find. He tended the bird’s broken wing well, and after a week, the bird was ready to fly again. Before he left, the bird told Povero that if he ...

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... his soldiers.”

So together Povero and Arabella travelled day in and day out, but couldn’t find anything. “When are we going to get to a town?” Arabella cried.

“Just what are you doing here?”

The pair turned to find a soldier standing behind them. The crest on his armor was unfamiliar to Povero and Arabella, so they assumed that he was not from Cendari.

“Sorry, brave knight!” Povero said, “We are runaways from another kingdom. May we stay in yours?”

“Well, I don’t think the king will be happy if you live in the palace, but would you mind a decent house in the town?”

“That would be splendid!” Arabella exclaimed.

“Well then, follow me to the kingdom.”

So the threesome travelled to the faraway kingdom of Berikoth and lived in a commoner house. No one ever came for either of them, and they were happy about that. They enjoyed a normal life and lived happily ever after.