In the threshold of a nursery, a miniature universe unfolded on a pine wood table. There stood twenty-five lead soldiers, shiny and proud. They had all been born from the same spoon of molten metal, and each wore an impeccable uniform: red coat, blue trousers and a silver rifle. They were all identical, except one, who by a whim of fate had been cast with only one leg. However, his spirit did not waver; he stood with the same determination as his brothers.
