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Tomás, terrified, almost fainted 
The Ghost of the Mill 
And what it was will make you laugh! 
That evening, like so many others in the orchard, the Chicago Air Motor windmill turned slowly in the gentle breeze. The blackberries were ripe, and the large tree offered us shade while the children settled at Uncle Augustine’s feet, who already had his twig in his mouth and his hat firmly on.
«Today I’m going to tell you something that happened to Tomas when he was younger,» he said with a mischievous smile. «Although he was very scared at first… now he laughs every time he remembers it.»
Tomás, a little older now, covered his face with his hands while the other children looked at him with curious eyes.
«A scary story, Uncle?» asked Rita, the smallest of the group.
«Well… it depends on how you look at it,» said Uncle Augustine with a chuckle. It turns out that one night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Tomás eavesdropped … Leer Más
When Music Came Back to the Village 
A Children’s Story about Dreams, Passion and Hope 
One sunny afternoon, Sofia and Tomas were playing hide-and-seek at Grandma’s house when, in the old attic, they found a dusty case. Intrigued, they opened it and inside they discovered a beautiful dark-wood violin.
«Look at this, Sofia!» exclaimed Tomas. «It’s a violin, but we’ve never seen Grandma play it.»
Filled with curiosity, they ran down to the kitchen, where Grandma was kneading sweet bread.
«Grandma!» said Sofia, showing the violin. «Is it yours?»
Grandma was silent for a moment. Her gaze scanned the instrument with a mixture of nostalgia and melancholy.
«Yes, it’s mine,» she replied softly. «Many years ago, I used to play it at all the village festivities.»
«How incredible!» said Tomas. «Why didn’t you ever tell us?»
Grandma sighed and put the wooden spoon back on the table.
«Because I don’t play it anymore. I made a promise a long time ago.»
The children looked … Leer Más
Something Strange in the Mill 
A trick of the wind or a message from the past?
The sun was slowly setting over the orchard, tinting the sky with shades of gold and orange. The wind began to blow harder, making the branches of the old mulberry tree rustle.
Uncle Augustine settled under the shade, his hat firmly on and the sprig of wheat in his mouth. Around him, the children listened attentively to one of his stories. But then, a mysterious sound interrupted their conversation.
It was a melody, soft, but clearly recognizable, floating in the air as if the wind were singing.
«Did you hear that?» asked Sofia, her eyes wide open.
«Yes! Where’s it coming from?» whispered Lucas.
Everyone fell silent, trying to locate the source of the melody. It was coming from the windmill.
Uncle Augustine stood up slowly, frowning. His expression suddenly changed, as if his mind had traveled back in time.
«It can’t be. » he murmured in a trembling … Leer Más
A Buried Chest Found in the Orchard. 
It is Incredible 
What They Found Inside.
The windmill turned slowly in the afternoon breeze. Like every day, the children gathered under the large mulberry tree, waiting for stories from Uncle Augustine and Grandma. But that afternoon, instead of starting with a story, Uncle Augustine arrived with his shovel over his shoulder, his clothes covered in dirt.
«I won’t tell you a story today—because we’re going to live one!» he announced with a mysterious smile.
The children looked at each other, intrigued.
«What happened, Uncle?» asked Juanito, the most curious of the group.
«Well, it turns out that this morning, while I was helping Grandma in the garden, my shovel hit something hard under the ground. I dug a little, and guess what I found?»
«A dinosaur bone?» said Mariana, her eyes shining with excitement.
«No, an ancient chest!» replied Uncle Augustine.
The children gasped in surprise, and Grandma chimed in with a giggle.
«Many years … Leer Más
The Mysterious Whistle of the Mill 
Ghosts or Something More? 
| Stories for Children with Intrigue and Values
The wind blew gently in Grandma’s orchard, swaying the branches of the mulberry tree and slowly turning the blades of the old windmill. Everything seemed calm until, one afternoon, a strange sound began to be heard in the air.
«It was a strange and mysterious noise!» the windmill whistled in a disturbing way.
The children, who were playing near the well, fell silent. They looked at each other in amazement and a little fear.
«Did you hear that?» asked Mateo, with wide eyes.
«It sounds like a lament…» whispered Ana, hugging her brother.
«Maybe the windmill is haunted,» said Luis, with a trembling voice.
They ran to where Uncle Augustine was, who greeted them with a calm smile, sitting under the shade of the mulberry tree.
«Uncle Augustine, the windmill is whistling!» they all said at once.
The old peasant took off his hat, scratched his beard, and … Leer Más
Who really was Don Ezequiel? Children Uncovered the Truth in his Workshop 
Make yourselves comfortable, children, because today I will tell you something that few in this town know. It is the story of a man who, like this windmill you see turning, was always on the move, helping others without anyone noticing.
It was a day like this, with the sun shining brightly and the wind playing among the leaves of the mulberry tree. You, unruly as always, were running near the windmill when, accidentally, you broke one of my chairs. Do you remember?
Oh, Uncle Augustine! said some of the children with worried faces. «It wasn’t our intention!»
Of course, children are always getting into mischief. But instead of getting angry, I proposed a solution:
We went to Don Ezequiel. He knows more about wood than anyone.
Their faces changed at that moment remembering that thing about the broken chair. Don Ezequiel was not someone they wanted to deal … Leer Más
What’s Hiding in the Mulberry Tree? A Magical Mystery for Kids!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.
“One that has … 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