Maria Giovanna Battaglia Primary School Portella della Ginestra, Vittoria, Italy
Class II C/D students came up with a new story of fairy-tale heroes: Pokonaso e la danza del sole
Pokonaso and the dance of the sun
Pokonaso is a primitive child who lives with his parents in his tribe. Pokonaso was growing and his parents had to explain something that happened every year and that the whole tribe was in great concern. Mom thought Pokonaso was small, but Dad didn't think so, so he called Pokonaso to reveal a mystery to him.
Mom: No come on, it's still small, I think it's (comes out of the cave) is inappropriate
Dad: Donna, it's never too early, he's a boy, and he has to learn to live in the tribe
(calls with an authoritative tone) Pokonaso, Pokonaso
Mom: As you wish, but I tell you, it's still too early for ... (the mother looks into the cave and calls Pokonaso)
Dad looks at his wife ... ..
Dad: I'll take care of it, and you'll see that he will understand. Do you want to make it grow without knowing anything? ... we are primitive, but ... (it makes a sign of not being stupid and then turning to Pokonaso)
See Pokonaso, you are about to grow up and there is one thing you need to know.
Pokonaso: I'm small, Daddy, but I'll grow up soon!
Mom: You saw, I told you! Because you have to create problems for him.
Dad: in summer the sun is hot, melts snow, opens flowers, ripens fruits. Now, this is a very hard job, and like any hard work, it makes the Sun tired. So Pokonaso, is it hot or cold now?
Pokonaso: it's cold, you can't see how furry I am!
Dad: and you wondered why?
Pokonaso: No, Dad. (worried) Is it a problem? Do I have to worry? Can you explain me?
Mum shakes her head, and makes the gesture with her hands to indicate "Did you see, what did I tell you?"
Dad: No, don't worry. Listen to me. The effort that the sun makes when it is hot leaves it extremely weak and weak. As time passes, it gives off less and less heat. He gets up late and sets early, as long as he has the strength to be seen just on the horizon. Now he is so weak that a nice shower would be able to destroy him. If we want the sun not to die leaving us without light or heat, we need to do something to keep it going for another summer. Before you were too small ... (POKONASO interrupts his father by jumping ...)
Pokonaso: I'm ready, what can I do?
Mom: (stroking Pokonaso) now you'll see, let's go with the whole tribe ...
Dad: to remind the sun how is summer, and to give him back some of his strength with the sun dance.
The music starts and the males come in, joined by dad and Pokonaso, while the mother goes out to come back later with the other women and they all dance together. At the end of the dance
Pokonaso: Do you think the sun will remember the summer now?
A great laugh rises because the primitives didn't know that the earth turning around the sun determines the seasons, so all this representation of Pokonaso's father had no scientific representation.
In the Paleolithic this explanation could suffice
But we found that every justification
It is in the rotational motion and in the motion of revolution.
The earth completes a revolution in a year
giving us one by one, every season.
Spring Summer Autumn Winter.
They play the sun and the earth as a starter, but this is the turning motion.
When the earth passes near the sun the attraction is fatal
This, then around itself without acceleration, changes inclination
The hours of light diminish and winter is the season.
Then, he walks away from the sun and, maramao, is his song
The hours of daylight increase and the summer is the season ...
The tired, weakened sun could go in the Paleolithic
Today we know, it's all scientific.
Everything turns, everything changes with order and perfection
Although for Pokonaso it was a frightening complication
We have discovered and learned this in the laboratory with much application.