Chapter 5

 Just then, next to the lamppost, the can of ravioli could see another can. It was a can of beans. Tohether, they fled to a safer place. There, they introduced to each other:

-“Hello! I´m a can of beans. You are a can of ravioli, aren´t  you?

-        Yes, and I felt an attraction towards you.

As they talked, two Rotweiller dogs took them in their jaws and went to leave them by the river Tormes. Some days after, Lázaro, a ragged boy, found the cans and took them home. He hoped that his tutor, who lived with his granmother, would be glad to have something for lunch but the proud man refused to eat them. He thought that they could be infected by some bacterium. The cans felt deeply offended.

 The next day the tutor went to the market. He told Lazaro´s granmother that he wouldn´t come for lunch, so Lázaro persuaded his granma to cook the cans.

 At lunchtime the cans saw a hand  coming nearer and nearer. One of them was going to be behaded by a merciless tin opener. The can of ravioli felt rerrified and in great dispair as he couldn´t do anything to keep his beloved with him.

 Surprisingly, when they were having lunch, the tutor came i and he sat at table. He ignored that they were eating the beans contained in one of the cans.

 The three together started to eat the beans. The can of ravioli listened  from an old dirty shelf to the comments about the food. He hardly couldn´t bear them, especially when the boy exclamed :

-        “Grandma, they are deadly good” referring to the beans.

Then, the old woman considered that the food was not enough and went to the shelf with the purpose of cooking the ravioli. The can felt in panic.But finally she decided to throw it through the window because it was out of date.

 The can went down violently on a prickly pea, and even though th xhock caused him great pain, he felt some  relief. He was free again. The worse of it was that he missed the can of beans a lot.

 This was the beggining of a long journey towards the factory where she had been made. Many adventures were to come...

                                                   By   Angélica Macioszek

                                                       Cristina López      and

                                                       Chloé Añón

                                                       Benalmádena (Spain)

                                                      Translation: Jesús Pino