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Last summer my family and I went to Italy for a holiday. We rented a house in Umbria, in central Italy, about 5km from a village called Gubbio. The weather was fantastic, hot and sunny during the day, but cold at night. We did different things every day. Sometimes we went to Perugia or Assisi and visited churches and art galleries. On other days we stayed in the house. It had a swimming pool in the garden, so the children were happy. One afternoon an oldman arrived at the door. 'Good afternoon,' he said. 'I'm your neighbor. Are your children at home?' 'Yes,' I answered. 'I think so. Why?' 'Because about an hour ago I saw a small boy near the village. I think he was your son.' I looked out of the window. My daughter was in the swimming pool, but my son wasn't there.'Where did you see him?' I asked. 'Did you talked to him?' 'He was on the road to the village, but I didn't speak to him,' the old man said. 'Come on,' I told my husband. 'We need to go to the village.' The old man waited at the house with my daughter and we went to the village. My son was outside a cafe. He had a big ice cream in his hand. 'Why did you leave the house?' I asked him. 'We were really worried.' 'I wanted an ice cream,' he said.