For sale cottage in countryside Riese Pio X Veneto

Oh, good morning to you, dear ones. Let me introduce myself with all due grace: I am Amelia - goose of high lineage and official vigilante of the Territory of Shapes and Dreams.
Thirty thousand square meters of impeccable nature, with a touch of wild poetry - and not a single blade of grass out of place, I personally guarantee, feather by feather.
In the midst of so much beauty, there is also a lovely pond: a lovely, enchanted place where I love to reflect, swim and be caressed by the light dancing on the water. It is there that I often go to find inspiration ... and a few dragonflies to chase.
I was born under the sign of elegance and attentiveness, and I have always been entrusted with the task - solemn, I would say - of watching over these lands. Nothing, and I repeat nothing, escapes my keen eye. Not even a leaf that dares to rustle off the beaten track.
Well, yes, I will accompany you. Follow me, on tiptoe, down the main avenue. The humans, as they arrive, remain silent - not out of fear, no sir, but out of sheer amazement. On either side, a parade of slender plants, straight as court flutes. All perfectly lined up in an “L“ ... like “Lyric,“ “Freedom,“ or-if you really care-“Lettuce.“ But come on, that´s another matter.
Then, my lords, the throbbing heart of the property opens up. A natural theater, an amphitheater of greenery! Round, generous trees, dancing in the breeze: linden trees, youthful oaks, perhaps even some vain mulberry trees. No stage, no curtain: just the sky, the grass and the magic.
In the evening, when the sun dips behind the hill like an actor at the finale, we local creatures gather there. Not for gossip - we are artists! We recite. Yes, we act! I, Amelia, often direct - but I don´t back down if an extra is needed. The last time? La Traviata! The fox was a heartbreaking Violetta, and the badger - Alfredo with a fake mustache. The owl´s solo? Unforgettable. Even the owl, that grumpy old man, perked up with his beak.
And now, let´s find a human.
Yes, sir. A person of taste, who wants to embrace this place: to live it, to love it, to turn it into a space for events, dreams, maybe a breeding farm I really miss seeing little fluffy wads chasing each other in the meadow.
There is a big house, on two - maybe three - floors, still in the rough, just waiting to be lovingly finished. Then, a short distance away, a tall high shed! On rainy days we use it as a stadium: yes, the Feathered Olympics! Perch jumping, slalom between hay bales, and team singing competitions.
Beneath it all, a basement - dare we say: a modern crypt - of 370 square meters. We call it “the belly of the dream.“ Practically a marvel.
The whole thing is in Riese Pio X, province of Treviso, in a delightfully strategic location. Surrounded by greenery, but just a wing´s flutter away from everything you need. Perfect balance - like a treble held to perfection.
And now I´ll leave you: I have to arrange the chorus for tomorrow. We are going to do The Barber of Seville. Pine the Hedgehog is in the throes of emotion.
You, contact us. Come. We are waiting for you - feathered and ready.
With esteem, grace and a dash of theatrical pen.
Amelia, Scene Goose.

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