One quiet night in Grandmas orchard, the children gathered under the blackberry tree while Uncle Augustine, with his hat and unmistakable mustache, prepared another story. But that night was different. The windmill, suddenly illuminated by the moonlight, began to spin faster than usual, as if it were alive.
“Look at that!” exclaimed one of the children, pointing at the windmill that seemed to want to take off. Suddenly, a flash of light enveloped Uncle Augustine and, before he could say anything, the windmill lifted him into the air. The children watched him disappear among the stars, open-mouthed and full of wonder.
Uncle Augustine woke up from his journey in a silvery landscape. He was on the Moon, surrounded by a group of little luminous bunnies with long ears and eyes as bright as starlight. “Welcome, Earthling traveler!” said one of the bunnies. “We are the Lumiontes, lunar guardians and we need your help.”
Intrigued, Uncle Augustine asked what was happening. The bunnies explained that a star had been lost and without it, their night sky was incomplete. “Without that star, the Moon loses its magic and the dreams of children on Earth fade away,” added the leader of the bunnies.
With his usual curiosity and desire to help, Uncle Augustine offered to search for the star. The Lumiontes gave him a lunar map and a shiny powder that could attract lost stars. Riding a small lunar vehicle that seemed to be made of clouds and cosmic dust, Uncle Augustine began his adventure.
He crossed silver craters, rivers of light and fields of star dust. Finally, he arrived at a hidden cave where he found the lost star, which was dull and sad. “I didn’t want to shine any brighter because I felt that I wasn’t as bright as the others,” the star explained in a trembling voice.
Uncle Augustine smiled tenderly. “Every star has its own brightness, you don’t need to compare yourself to anyone. Heaven needs you because you are unique.” Encouraged by his words, the star shone brightly again, illuminating the entire cave.
With the help of the glitter dust, Uncle Augustine and the star returned to the moon bunnies, who celebrated with joyful jumps. When the star returned to its place in the sky, the magical glow of the Moon returned, and the dreams of the children on Earth were filled with hope.
The windmill turned again and Uncle Augustine woke up at the foot of the mulberry tree, surrounded by the children who looked at him in admiration. “And then what happened, Uncle?” they asked excitedly.
Uncle Augustine adjusted his hat and smiled. “Well, that’s a story for another day. But remember, no matter how far away someone is, it’s always worth helping.”
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