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The morning sun cast a golden glow on the cobbled streets of Venice as the Chiellini family prepared to celebrate a special event – the birthday of their youngest son. Mr. Chiellini, an outstanding gentleman with a twinkle in his eyes, gathered his family together with enthusiasm.

– Today is the day of celebration! He announced, and his voice was full of warmth and joy.

– We will go for a gondola ride through our beautiful city and enjoy the wonders of Venice.

Alessandro and Matteo, Chiellini’s sons, jumped up and down with impatience, their faces lit up with smiles that shone like the sun itself. And there, next to them, stood Osman the cat, wagging his tail back and forth in impatient anticipation.

– Can Osman come with us, Father? The youngest son asked with pleading in his eyes.

– Of course, my dear boy, Mr. Chiellini replied, chuckling softly. – Osman is as much a part of this family as any of us.

With these words, the Chiellini family headed for the shimmering waters of the canal, where a gondola was waiting for them. The gondolier, a cheerful man with a melodious voice like a songbird, greeted them with a warm smile.

– Buongiorno, Signor Chiellini! Buongiorno, ragazzi! And buongiorno, Osman! He exclaimed, and his eyes twinkled merrily.

– Buongiorno, Tonny! The Chiellini family exclaimed in unison, responding with the same enthusiasm to the gondolier’s greeting.

When they entered the gondola, the youngest son bent down and picked up Osman in his arms, hugging him to his chest. Osman purred contentedly, his golden eyes reflecting the love and affection that surrounded him.

With a light push of the paddle, the gondolier brought the boat out into the open water, his voice sounded like a melodious serenade that echoed off the ancient stone walls of Venice. The air was filled with the sounds of music, and the laughter of the Chiellini family mixed with the lapping of the waves on the sides of the gondola.

As they glided through the winding canals of Venice, Osman leaned over the side of the boat, his mustache fluttering with excitement. He watched in awe as the city unfolded in front of him, its ancient buildings bathed in the soft light of the morning sun.