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You can!" And a terrace with the blue background of the sea of ​​Capri, the maritime pine, the long rope, my little goat... always together me and Dick. Mass had become a problem because he did not always stay crouched at my feet but sometimes he would wander around, climb the altar steps and with jumps of joy he turned around in the air and then jumped towards me.

Aunt Emma had tried to tie him outside but her desperate calls penetrating into the church disturbed the prayers. And so one Sunday my aunt had tied him to the great maritime pine in the middle of the terrace whose low walls, low inside, sank on steep ground on two sides.

My Dick would suffer being captive, I thought. And before following my aunt I had extended the rope with another piece so that Dick could have fun walking along the wall. In church I had prayed little and thought a lot about Dick.

On my return the terrace was empty. The rope crossed the terrace and ended beyond the low wall. I ran to look out: at the end of the rope there was Dick dangling in the void. I had pulled and pulled but Dick had grown heavy. I had screamed for help. Aunt and Gigia had pulled the rope together and there was my Dick lying on the ground, motionless. "She's dead?" I asked and they said yes and then I shouted "No, Jesus can't want this!" and I ran away so as not to see her dead. Sobbing I threw myself on my knees: "Jesus, You are good, let it not be. My Jesus, You can." And behold, a voice called me, I ran to the terrace, Dick raised his head and looked at me, crying and laughing I held him in his arms and soon after we were climbing among bushes and stones, happy again together.