discovery
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 ago, when I was a child, I heard my grandfather talk about a chest someone buried here in our garden. But over time, the story was lost… until today.»
The children jumped up and down excitedly.
«Let’s open it!» Ana exclaimed.
Uncle Augustine led them to the garden, where the chest was still half-buried. It was made of thick wood, with rusty iron fittings. On the lid, carved with a knife, were words almost erased by time:
«For those who know the true value of a treasure.»
«This is getting interesting…» Grandma murmured.
Very carefully, Uncle Augustine and the children removed the dirt and lifted the chest. But when they tried to open it…
«It’s locked!» Carlitos complained.
«Where’s the key?» —Laura asked, inspecting the chest.
Grandma crossed her arms, thoughtful.
—I remember my grandfather saying that ‘the key is not in the chest, but in the story.’
—That sounds like a riddle… —said Juanito.
—Maybe the answer lies in a story that great-grandfather knew! —Mariana clapped her hands.
Grandma smiled and gathered them all under the mulberry tree.
—Listen carefully. A long time ago, in this very land, lived a very hardworking man. His name was Don Julián, and it was said that he hid something valuable before leaving on his last journey. Some thought it was gold, others that it was jewels. But he left a clue in an old piece of paper.
—A piece of paper? —the children asked in chorus.
Grandma took a yellow envelope from her apron pocket.
—I found this years ago among my grandfather’s things. I never knew what it meant, until now.
With trembling hands, she opened the envelope and took out a crumpled piece of paper with a single sentence written on it:
“Where the sun gives its first embrace.”
The children fell silent, thinking.
“The mulberry tree!” Ana suddenly exclaimed.
“Of course! Every morning, the first rays of the sun illuminate the trunk of this tree,” Mariana confirmed.
They ran to the base of the mulberry tree and began to dig. After a few minutes, Carlitos felt something hard under his hands.
“There’s something here!”
They took out a small clay jar sealed with wax. Inside was a bronze key. The key to the chest!
With great excitement, they ran back to the orchard, and Grandma turned the key in the lock. The lid creaked as it opened, and the children held their breath.
But instead of gold coins or jewels, they found…
Old books, letters, a diary, and a handful of seeds wrapped in a cloth.
«Is this the treasure?» asked Juanito, puzzled.
Uncle Agustín took one of the books and leafed through it carefully.
«Look at this. It’s Don Julián’s diary.»
Grandma took one of the letters and read it aloud:
«If you find this chest, you have already found the true treasure. Here I keep the stories of my family, the lessons of the fields, and the seeds that must continue to grow in this land. Wealth is not in gold, but in what we can share with those who come after us.»
The children fell silent, absorbing those words.
«This is a real treasure,» Grandma said with a smile. «Because memories and stories are worth more than gold.»
Uncle Agustín gently closed the book.
«And what are we going to do with the seeds?» asked Carlitos.
«Plant them in the garden, so they’ll grow and feed future generations,» replied Grandma.
That afternoon, everyone helped sow the seeds. And as the windmill slowly turned in the wind, Uncle Agustín looked at the children with pride.
«See? Today you didn’t just hear a story. You were part of it.»
The children smiled, feeling that that day, in the garden, they had found something much more valuable than a chest full of coins.
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The Talking Clock Adventure – Time Travel, Adventure Stories, and Magic
There is a story that I have remembered from the tales that my old Uncle Agustin told us when we were children. Today I am telling it to you. I hope you like it.
In a small house at the end of a quiet alley, young Martin was spending the holidays with his grandmother. One afternoon, while exploring the attic, he found an old wall clock covered in dust. Its design was magnificent, with intricate engravings of flowers and animals. Without thinking, he approached it and when he touched it, the clock came to life.
“Hello, little adventurer!” said the clock in a deep, resonant voice. “I am Cronos, the guardian of time. I have been waiting for someone like you.”
Martin, surprised but excited, could not believe what he heard. The clock explained to him that each hour contained a tale from times past and that there was a mission that only he could accomplish.
Cronos revealed to him that there were three treasures hidden in time, and that only with his help could they find them. The first was related to an ancient map that led to a valuable object of family history. But there was a problem: the map was divided into three parts, and each was located in a different time.
To begin, Cronos proposed a riddle.
“In the first hour, you will find the clue in the place where gold shines and heroes fight. What time is it?”
After thinking for a moment, Martin exclaimed:
“One o’clock! It is the hour of battle.”
Suddenly, the clock emitted a flash of light, and Martin felt himself being transported. When he opened his eyes, he found himself on a battlefield from medieval times. Knights fought bravely while the sun shone brightly. Martin felt small among the great warriors, but Cronos whispered to him:
“Do not be afraid, look for the castle tower. There you will find the first part of the map.”
With determination, Martin headed towards the castle. On his way, he came across an old man who seemed to have knowledge of the place. The old man told him about a treasure hidden in the tower, guarded by a dragon. With ingenuity, Martin came up with a plan to distract the dragon and was able to enter the tower. There, he found the first part of the map.
With the first part in hand, Cronos took him back to Grandma’s house. Together, they studied the map and discovered that the next clue was in ancient Egypt. This time, the riddle was more complicated.
—In the second hour, look for the land of the pharaohs, where dreams are eternal. What time is it?
Martin, excited by the new challenge, thought of the pyramids and said:
—It’s two o’clock!
And again, he was transported, this time to a burning desert. Here, among the dunes, he had to solve sphinx riddles and decipher hieroglyphics to obtain the second part of the map.
With the two parts of the map, Martin and Cronos were getting closer to discovering the family treasure. The last clue led them to a time of pirates, where the final riddle was.
“In the third hour, follow the path of gold and betrayal, where the sea holds the secrets. What time is it?”
“It’s three o’clock!” answered Martin, full of courage.
He found himself on a pirate ship, surrounded by waving flags and the sound of the ocean. Together with Cronos, he had to face the pirates and solve the last riddle to find the treasure: a box full of jewels and objects of great value, which belonged to his ancestors.
When he returned home, Martin understood that the real treasure was not the jewels, but the stories and teachings of his ancestors. Cronos smiled at him.
“You have shown that courage and intelligence can overcome any challenge. Now, every time you look at the clock, you will remember the adventures we lived together.”
Martin, excited, promised to tell these stories to future generations, keeping his family’s legacy alive. Over time, the clock became just a beautiful decorative object again, but in Martin’s heart, it would always be his friend and companion on adventures.
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