Once there was a little boy who had a grandmother who lived in Italy She wrote and said that she wan sending him a present and the little boy wondered what it would be But when the present came it wan a strange pitcher It wan made of pottery with odd-looking leaves on it the colors of fruit and fruit that was the color of Leaver And the little boy didn't like it ''I don't like it'' He told his mother "Oh,I do,"his mother said "see how nicely it goes with our dishes"
So she put it on the table at every meal In the morning it was full of orange juice for the little boy to pour for the whole family
At noon the strange pitcher was filled with milk for him to serve And at night it had chocolate milk in it or lemonade Day after day the little boy poured good-tasting things from the pitcher and by and by it didn't look strange and more One day the little boy wrote to his grandmother in Italy and told her that At the end of his letter he said Thank you very much for my beautiful pitcher I like it very much And so he did
The little boy thought that his own pitcher from Italy was the most beautiful pitcher in the whole world