Momo went over and sat down quietly beside him. He switched off the radio altogether, and for a while all was still.
“Tell us a story, Guido,” begged one of the recent arrivals.
“Oh yes, do!” the others chimed in. “A funny one - no, an exciting one - no, a fairy tale - no, an adventure story!”
But Guido, for the first time ever, wasn't in the mood for telling stories.
At length he said, “I'd far rather you told me something about yourselves and your homes - how you spend your time and why you come here.”
The children relapsed into silence. All of a sudden, they looked dejected and uncommunicative.
“We've got a nice new car,” one of them said at last.
“On Saturdays, when my mother and father have time, they wash it. If I've been good, I'm allowed to help. I want a car like that when I'm older.”
My parents let me go to the cinema every day, if I like,” said a little girl.
They don't have time to look after me, you see, and it's cheaper than a babysitter.”
That's why I sneak off here and save the money they give me for the cinema.
When I've saved up enough, I'm going to buy an aeroplane ticket and go and see the Seven Dwarfs.
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