There were many of them, small ones, who lived in the same country and spoke the same language.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. How many of us are there, in the end?
Loads, anyway.
My mum told me there are plenty of us!
And mine rattled off something like that at one point too.
I won't even tell you what mine said.
I'm going to have a little baby brother.
And me a little sister.
So there'll be as many of us as there are now, plus two more!
And should we keep counting?
I say we shouldn't, we'll get to a number too big to even pronounce anyway.
Here's what I say: there are as many children in This Country as there are stars!
Not bad, then let's count the stars!
Hehehee, and do you think you can count them just like that, easily?
Well, we'll split them up! You count them up to that little one next to David, you count them from the one next to David up to the shiny one next to Tudor, you reckon up the ones shaped like a hippopotamus, Maria adds up the little, little ones that seem to join up over there with that big fir tree in the forest where we made the snowman last winter.
But isn't that one an airplane?
It's moving, you're right, that won't do! Start over! So, David counts the ones on Maria's side, Daria concentrates on the shiny ones shaped like a wagon.
Hey, wouldn't it be better to estimate how many of us there are?
Estimate, you say?
Yes, I mean, look, when my mum comes home from shopping she stops in the doorway, dad kisses her on the forehead and then asks how much she spent, and she gazes up at the sky through the ceiling for a bit, falls silent for a few seconds and says: „Around 700 lei.” I figure she knows a thing or two, since she's older than both me and my brother.
It could work, let's estimate then!
I estimate there are 10 of us!
10? There are 10 of us just here.
Well, what are we counting now?
We're counting all of them!
Then... 764!
Nooo, there are surely more!
My father has a device that answers his questions, but who knows how to read?
I've got as far as the letter D!
I'm at G!
I know how to put words together!
Let's search then!
But I don't have the device, it's with my dad...
No, I say we come tomorrow all prepared!
Yes, better that way, but tomorrow it's no longer Children's Day, it's only today that's Children's Day.
I know, I'll climb down to fetch the device! Hold the tip of the Moon for me, please, I can't get my foot out!
But don't be late!
No, just there and back again!
Until then, let's gaze at how lovely the sky is on Our Day!
And how clear the Moon is!
Do you think that's a Satellite?
Possibly, people send all sorts of things into space.
I'm baaaack! Dad wouldn't give me the device on the Moon because he said there's no internet signal up here, but he assured me that there are 4.138 million children in Romania.
Now that we've solved the mystery, shall we start on 3?
1, 2, 3:
Happy Children's Day to the millions of children in This Country!!!