TEACHER:

MARIA SARAI ARCHILA SEGOVIA

SUBJECT:

ENGLISH PRONUNCIATION

UNIVERSITY CYCLE:1-2024

A long time ago there was a town with wooden houses and stone streets, where many cats lived happily. During the day they accompanied their owners who petted them and fed them, and at night they jumped from roof to roof.

There were cats of all sizes and the strangest breeds, but among all of them Figaro was special. Figaro was a cat with very black fur, black eyes and big whiskers.

While the other felines chased the mice or played on the roofs, he preferred to watch the moon.

He spent long hours stunned, watching his silver reflection bathe the entire town.

- "You're going to look stupid looking at her so much," - the other cats told him, who didn't understand his interest.

But Figaro did not care about this. That routine life of going out hunting for mice bored him. That mysterious and distant round moon made him dream. He dreamed of reaching her, of hugging her and of understanding what magic allowed her to transform in such an incredible way.

Only his friend Calypso cared about him and tried to make him forget about that obsession. Figaro, who enjoyed talking to her, told her: -"Don't you see how beautiful she is? Today she is brighter and bigger than ever, but also further away.

Will we ever be able to get to where it is?"

One day the cats stopped paying attention to him and even Calypso got tired of hearing him sigh. Until Figaro disappeared from that town and no one was able to find him.

-"He has gone to pursue his dreams.

Has he reached the moon?" - Calypso wondered nostalgically.

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The truth is that on full moon nights, if you look closely, among some of its dark spots you can distinguish elongated mustaches. And there are those who say they have even seen a cat shape. But not everyone can see it, only those who have the soul of dreamers..."