Pino and Vito jumped out of the car and ran towards Luca's farm. The tall grass glowed yellow-green under the sun, and somewhere in the distance, the bray of the donkey Berto could be heard. "Why does the donkey shout so loudly?" asked Vito, his eyes wide open. Pino chuckled as Luca waved from the barn door. "Come on, I'll show you everything!" shouted Luca. But Jole stood frozen under the old fig tree, staring at the approaching goat. "Dad, what about Jole?" Pino asked.
Luca led them through the yard, showing them the first barn. "You see, Berto is a very special donkey," Luca explained, gently patting his muzzle. Vito excitedly ran towards Berto, but Pino held onto his jacket. "Slow down, Vito, not everyone likes to be petted right away," Pino advised. "Why?" asked Vito, looking into Berto's big brown eyes. "Because each of them has their own story and personality, just like us," Pino answered with a philosophical tone.
They moved towards the chicken coop, where colorful chickens pecked at the ground. "Why don't these chickens fly high?" Pino asked, watching the poultry with interest. "They're happier on the ground, searching for food and enjoying each other's company," Luca replied.
Jole slowly limped behind them but stopped when a goat blocked his path. The goats merrily ran around the fence, with the bravest one, Bella, approaching Jole curiously sniffing him. Jole backed away, clearly unsure. "Don't worry,
watched his sons exploring the farm with a smile. "It's always important to understand and respect differences, whether they're people or animals," he said quietly.
