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Title |Spettro and the Rainbow bridge

Author | Roberta Mezzabarba

ISBN | ___________________

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The cover: On the cover ©Illustraions by Vincent Vincenzoni

First edition October 2021

Roberta Mezzabarba

Spectrum and the Rainbow Bridge

Illustrations by Vincent Vincenzoni

translated by Heba Ibrahim

«The loyalty of a dog teaches us that friendship can last forever.»
(taken from the film Hachiko)

The protagonists

Spectrum Leo Ombra

Mom

Matteo

Dad

This book is for

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Gifted by

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THE ARRIVAL HOME

I was looking for my mother, but I couldn`t smell her anymore. I was cold, and also hungry.

I saw figures moving around me, I heard noises, and three different and unknown smells.

I have to be honest, I was also a little scared.

Every now and then I felt caresses on my back and head, so much so that the skin under the fur cloak tingled all over me, making me shiver pleasantly, and the fear passed, but only for a few moments.

Then I smelled a good smell, and I was lifted up to land in an unknown but pleasant embrace: the contact with that warm body, the caresses and the voice that whispered things to me that I didn`t understand (but which had a wonderful sound) made me want to doze off, extinguishing my fears of unknown noises and smells.

So I rested my head and felt a heart beat along with mine.

I slept for I don`t know how long, and when I woke up the good smell was still with me, caressing me… I still couldn`t see well, I only perceived blurry spots.

I felt something soft touching my mouth: I started biting it. A warm, sweet liquid reached my tongue and went down into my belly, giving me great pleasure.

How good, It was so tasty!

It tasted like my furry mother`s milk, but here there were no little siblings to fight over for some, it was all for me!

I stopped trembling and started thinking how I trusted that smell, which had conquered my heart.

Well, this was the first meeting with the two-legged mother.

Then it got dark, and silence invaded all-around me. The good smell had gone away and I didn`t know where to take refuge.

I was a little ashamed of it, but I started crying: I didn`t want to do it (something inside me told me I had to be strong), but yelps came out of my belly that I couldn`t hold back.

For a moment, the light returned, and two strong hands, which were not the ones that smelled like my mother, lifted me up and fear took hold of me again. I landed on something rough and hairless, but strangely soft.

My heart started beating wildly again, then I heard another heartbeat chasing mine, slower and deeper.

The hands that had taken me and lifted me had a different smell from the one I had started to trust, a male smell, and they caressed me, making me understand that I didn't have to be afraid: I abandoned myself to that warmth that didn't smell like my mother, but which reassured me anyway.