THE WIZARD OF FEATHERS

Not far from the pond, on the edge of the forest, stands coarse and bare, an old tree, and inside, lies the workshop of Don Catarino, The Wizard of Feathers. The scattered light illuminates the rich setting where within, distinct works are produced. On one table, he sews each of the precious fibers of a feather from a macaw, and on an easel, he paints the gleaming coloration of the feathers of the hummingbird.

Generation after generation, the birds have visited his workshop, numerous owls have left overjoyed with their thick, comfortable feathers that protect them from the cold of the winter, and lovely peacocks receive the gleam of their tail feathers thanks to Don Catarino, who with skilled hands, brings these works to life.

When birds cannot access his workshop, Don Catarino travels in a shiny ostrich egg, he dons a bird mask and for his work, he carries a precious sewing kit. Instead of thread, it's a green peacock's feather, a blue feather of a carrier pigeon, a white feather of a dove, and the sunflower feather of a hummingbird, silver needles and scissors of the most purest gold. They are transported via silent wheels that barely caress the carpet of foliage on the ground.

With this magical equipment, he accommodates the birds that need him, in every corner of the forest, as far up as the tangled branches of the highest trees.

The sun rose in the sky and dispersed its heat everywhere, and Don Catarino realized it was time to return to the ancient tree-trunk, which he keeps like a hearth.