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  • Português
    Eu choquei um ovo de pato!
    Não, não estou brincando!

    Quando eu tinha uns 12 anos e morava em um sítio no interior de SP, nós tínhamos muitos animais entre galinhas, patos, gatos e cachorros. Nas minhas férias escolares era comum dormir muito tarde e acordar muito tarde e foi em uma dessas manhãs cheias de muita preguiça que vivenciei um momento inesquecível.
    Estava dormindo quando fui acordada pela minha mãe, pedindo para que eu acordasse e desse um espaço nas cobertas, pois uma das patas que estava chocando uns ovos tinha abandonado seus "filinhos". Porém um desses ovinhos tinha começado a trincar o que era um sinal de que o patinho estava "nascendo"!
    Ela enrolou aquele ovinho meio trincado nas minhas cobertas e pediu para que eu o esquentasse com o calor do meu corpo e quando menos esperamos ele estava reagindo e quebrando a casca para nascer. Minha mãe o ajudou a se livrar de todos os pedacinhos da casca até que ele estivesse completamente livre e vivo, porém por estar longe da proteção da mãe ele estava muito fraco.
    Minha mãe o enrolou em um paninho e aninhou ele nas minhas cobertas junto do meu corpo, ficamos ali como mãe e filho por várias horas ele mal podia ver, mas se sentiu muito confortável em minha companhia. Depois desse dia vivenciamos ótimas experiências juntos o tratávamos como nosso animal de estimação.
    Assistíamos à televisão juntos, brincávamos juntos. O Digo era a alegria da casa!

    English
    I shocked a duck egg!
    No, I'm not kidding!

    When I was about 12 years old and lived on a farm in the countryside of São Paulo   we had many animals like chickens, ducks, cats and dogs. On my vacation was usual  to sleep very late and waking up too late and was in one of these mornings full of lazy that I experienced an unforgettable moment.
    I was sleeping when I was woken by my mother, asking me to wake up and make some space on the covers, because one of the ducks that was hatching some eggs had abandoned their "little babies." But one of these small eggs had begun to crack that was a sign that the little duck was starting to "born"!
    She rolled that cracked little egg in my covers and asked for me to warm him up with the heat of my body and when we least expect he was reacting and breaking the shell to be born. My mom helped him to get rid of all the little pieces of shell until he was completely free and alive but to be away from mother's protection he was too weak.
    My mom wrapped him in a cloth and cradled him in my covers close to my body, we stayed there like a mother and son for several hours he could barely see, but he felt very comfortable in my company. After that day we live great experiences together we treated him as our pet.
    We Watched television together, played together. Digo was the happiness of the house!
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