febrero 2025

The bridge of friendship. After the Storm, the Bridge Was Lost.. How Did They Rebuild It?

Under the old mulberry tree, the children sat in a circle, ready to listen to a story. Uncle Augustine adjusted his hat, looked at the horizon, and began.

—I will tell you about the day when a storm reminded us that bridges not only unite paths, but also hearts.

That night, the wind roared hard and the rain beat down on the ground without stopping. When the sun came up, the villagers found that the old wooden bridge that crossed the river had disappeared.

 

Panchito, a restless boy from the village, ran to Grandma’s house:

—Grandma, the bridge has fallen down!

Grandma left her cup of coffee on the table and, with the calm that characterized her, walked to the river. When she arrived, she found the neighbors gathered, worried and arguing.

—Without the bridge, we cannot take the harvest to the market —said José the carpenter.
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🌪️ El Puente de la amistad. Tras la Tormenta, el Puente Se Perdió. ¿Cómo lo Reconstruyeron?

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🌳 What’s Hiding in the Mulberry Tree? A Magical Mystery for Kids!

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🌳 ¿Qué Se Esconde en el Árbol de Moras? Un Misterio Mágico para Niños.

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A Magic Crystal in Danger… The Children and Uncle Augustín Must Protect It! 🔥💎

Under the starry sky of the orchard, the old Chicago Air Motor windmill slowly turned in the night breeze. For generations, that windmill had hidden a secret that only Uncle Augustine knew: inside it, hidden behind a secret compartment, there was a special crystal that absorbed the light of the stars and reflected it in magical sparkles.

 

That night, while the children listened to Uncle Augustine tell stories under the mulberry tree, a strange sound was heard in the windmill. Ramiro, the most curious of the group, ran to see what was happening and saw shadows moving between the metal structure.

“Uncle Augustine! Someone is in the windmill!” Ramiro shouted urgently.

Uncle Augustine immediately stood up, adjusting his hat.

“Good heavens! It seems they have come for the crystal,” he murmured with a frown.

The children looked at him in astonishment.

“What crystal, uncle?” asked Anita.

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Un Cristal Mágico en Peligro. ¡Los Niños y Tío Agustín Deben Protegerlo! 🔥💎

Bajo el cielo estrellado del huerto, el viejo molino de viento Chicago Air Motor giraba lentamente con la brisa nocturna. Desde hacía generaciones, aquel molino escondía un secreto que solo Tío Agustín conocía: en su interior, oculto tras un compartimiento secreto, se encontraba un cristal especial que absorbía la luz de las estrellas y la reflejaba en destellos mágicos.

 

Aquella noche, mientras los niños escuchaban a Tío Agustín contar historias bajo el árbol de moras, un sonido extraño se escuchó en el molino. Ramiro, el más curioso del grupo, corrió a ver qué sucedía y vio sombras moverse entre la estructura de metal.

—¡Tío Agustín! ¡Alguien está en el molino! —gritó Ramiro con urgencia.

Tío Agustín se levantó de inmediato, ajustándose el sombrero.

—¡Válgame el cielo! Parece que han venido por el cristal —murmuró con el ceño fruncido.

Los niños lo miraron con asombro.

—¿Qué cristal, tío? —preguntó Anita.… Leer Más

😱 Something Strange Happened in the Enchanted Forest! 🌿 A Children’s Story You Can’t Miss

In the heart of the enchanted forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the brook sang sweet melodies, peace and harmony reigned among the animals and the children. However, one day, a dark shadow appeared between the ancient trunks. His name was Sombrío, a cunning black fox with a piercing gaze and poisonous words.

 

Sombrío did not attack with claws or fangs, but with lies and rumors. With his honeyed voice, he whispered doubts in the ears of the animals: «The owl thinks he is wiser than everyone,» «The rabbits monopolize the best food,» «The deer do not want to share the clearing.» Soon, mistrust spread like poison ivy, and the joy of the forest began to fade.

The children, who used to play among the trees and learn from the animals, noticed the sadness in the air. It was then that they ran to find Uncle Augustine, … Leer Más

😱 ¡Algo Extraño Pasó en el Bosque Encantado! 🌿 Un Cuento Infantil que No Puedes Perderte

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The Mill of Time ⏳🌱 | Uncle Augustine and the Children Discover the Future of the Garden and the Planet

Under the overcast sky, the wind whistled loudly in Grandma’s orchard. The rain hit the leaves of the trees and the drops slid down the metal structure of the Chicago Air Motor windmill.

«It’s a storm like no other, boys!» said Uncle Augustine, adjusting his hat and watching the windmill spin with unusual speed.

 

The children, fascinated, watched as the old windmill not only turned, but began to do so in the opposite direction. A strange glow enveloped the base of the windmill and suddenly a luminous crack appeared in the air, like a bright door suspended in the middle of the orchard.

«Uncle Augustine! What is that?» asked Marisol, clinging to the old man’s shirt.

Uncle Augustine scratched his mustache and squinted.

«Children… I think the windmill has opened a portal to the future!»

Unable to resist their curiosity, the children and Uncle Augustine approached. With a hesitant … Leer Más

El Molino del Tiempo ⏳🌱 | Tío Agustín y los Niños Descubren el Futuro del Huerto y del Planeta

Bajo el cielo encapotado, el viento silbaba con fuerza en el huerto de la abuela. La lluvia golpeaba las hojas de los árboles y las gotas resbalaban por la estructura metálica del molino de viento Chicago Air Motor.

—¡Es una tormenta como pocas, muchachos! —dijo Tío Agustín, acomodándose el sombrero y observando cómo el molino giraba con inusual rapidez.

 

Los niños, fascinados, veían cómo el viejo molino no solo giraba, sino que comenzaba a hacerlo en dirección opuesta. Un resplandor extraño envolvió la base del molino y, de repente, una grieta luminosa apareció en el aire, como una puerta brillante suspendida en medio del huerto.

—¡Tío Agustín! ¿Qué es eso? —preguntó Marisol, aferrándose a la camisa del anciano.

Tío Agustín se rascó el bigote y entrecerró los ojos.

—¡Niños… creo que el molino ha abierto un portál al futuro!.

Sin poder resistir la curiosidad, los niños y Tío Agustín … Leer Más