El brócoli que se marchó / The broccoli that left

I'm going to take my broccoli for a walk, my broccoli for a walk, it is a special vegetable that needs the sun to keep it green.

We leave home, in the meadow we are going to sit down, I hope the moth doesn't arrive, it flirts with her without measure.

And as if I had invited her, the moth arrives with her charm, she takes my broccoli that is tanning and I stand quietly watching.

She is gone, the broccoli is gone, a faithful friend arrives to accompany me, the green leaf, from a bush that I have watered.

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Stopmotion y cuento original de
Margarita Palomino