Storie Sotto Le Stelle Podcast

THE LITTLE RABBIT PADELLINO Once upon a time in the small town of Carotopoli, there was a retired rabbit named Padellino. He lived in a small house at the end of a large vegetable garden. One morning, as he was looking out of a small window scratching his head as if he had a big problem, he saw three carrots, two celery ribs, four tomatoes, an onion, an eggplant, and a potato rolling behind the gr...

IL CONIGLIETTO PADELLINO C’era una volta nella cittadina di Carotopoli, un coniglietto in pensione di nome Padellino. Abitava in una casetta in fondo a un grande orto coltivato a verdure. Una mattina, mentre stava guardando fuori da una finestrella grattandosi il capo, come se avesse un grande problema, vide arrivare sul sentiero tre carote, due costole di sedano, quattro pomodori, una cipolla, un...

IL BUCO NEL TETTO  C'era una volta, un ingegnere, non di oggi ma del domani. Era un bambino che tutte le mattine andava a scuola, ma il pomeriggio, dopo aver fatto i compiti, scappava dietro il giardino di casa, dove c’era un magazzino pieno di attrezzi da lavoro e non solo. Un alone di magia e una luce brillante illuminavano la sua mente di inventore. Era lì che, nascosto da tutti, liberava la su...

The Hole in the Roof Once upon a time, there was an engineer, not of today but of tomorrow. He was a boy who went to school every morning, but in the afternoon, after doing his homework, he would escape to the back of the garden, where there was a shed full of tools and more. A halo of magic and a bright light illuminated his inventor's mind. It was there, hidden from everyone, that he unleashed h...

THE FOUNTAIN OF TALES In here and there, in a country that no one knows where, nor when, in a place that doesn't exist, there was an enchanted square. In the middle stood a magical fountain with jets and water features. Opposite, there was a school surrounded by a small garden with two trees and eight flower pots. Above the square, the church with its bell tower dominated the scene. The “Rainbow”...

THE ABSENT-MINDED GRANDMOTHER An elderly, somewhat absent-minded grandmother lived in the countryside. On sunny days as well as cloudy ones, she would wander through woods and meadows. In spring, she gathered strawberries, and in autumn, she filled a small basket with mushrooms to take home. One beautiful day in May, she walked along, humming, accompanied by chirping birds that knew her well and f...

THE FLYING TOWN In the vastness of the universe, there was a town called Ficulle. It looked normal, but it was flying. Continuously circling along with Earth in the Milky Way, it always paused for half an hour on the weekends. All the residents took this time to sit quietly and relax while sipping a nice frothy cappuccino. And then off they went again! After their break at the space bar, the town...

THE STRAW HATS OF FLORENCE At the end of summer, in a small country town, the fair was an event: people met and blah blah blah... at every corner of the streets. The main square was invaded by fun and exciting rides: the roller coaster, the Ferris wheel, the merry-go-round for the little ones, and much more. The stands of the candy sellers, with cotton candy, mint hard candies, and freshly made cr...

THE TOY ROOM Three little siblings: a little girl with red curls on her head and two little boys with straight hair; every morning they went to school. They had fashionable backpacks from which they took out all the necessary items, but from each of the three backpacks a new toy came out. A child named Carletto had a worn-out and faded backpack, just a small notebook, an eraser, and a worn-out pen...

BEEHIVE STREET, NUMBER 7 The garden of the house at Beehive Street Number 7 was surrounded by a wall and closed with a gate. One day the owners, with their two children, decided to coat the inside of the wall with biscuits, honey, and jam in layers, as if they were bricks and cement; some of it melted but, pressed down, the coating was done. What a strange idea! But it was spring and the bees suck...

WHO WRITES THESE STORIES? At sunset, from a window, a hot air balloon flew to the horizon. A cup of coffee with its saucer was placed on an old wobbly wooden table. A inkwell with colored ink and a pen with a shiny firefly at its tail were ready to narrate fantastic and magical stories. The writer, sitting on a three-legged stool, opened the creaking drawer of the table and picked out a dream to n...