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The Invisible Journey 
| A Tale of Uncle Augustine to Understand the Universe with Calm and Faith
On a peaceful night, under a starry sky, the children gathered with Uncle Augustine and Grandma under the blackberry tree, next to the old Chicago Air Motor mill. The wind was gentle, and the full moon illuminated everything with a serene, silvery light.
«Uncle Augustine,» said Tomas, pointing to the sky. «Is it true that we’re moving, even though everything seems still?»
Uncle Augustine smiled, like someone who had been waiting for that question for many years.
«Boy, we’re not just moving. We’re traveling at a speed you can’t even imagine!» He adjusted his hat. This Earth spins on its axis at more than 1,600 kilometers per hour. And at the same time, it revolves around the Sun at more than 100,000. And that’s not all: our Sun, with all its planets, also revolves around the galaxy! And the galaxy also travels through the universe.»
The children’s eyes widened. Sofia whispered:
«And how is it that we don’t feel anything?»
«Because everything here spins with us,» Uncle replied. «It’s like being asleep on a train going through the night. Everything moves, but you are calm. That’s how God’s creation is, perfect.»
«What if one day everything ends?» Sofia asked, a little worried.
Grandmother, who was knitting silently, looked up and smiled tenderly.
«My child, our life is like a mulberry: small, sweet, and beautiful if savored in time. We mustn’t fear the sky or the stars. We must live with love, do good, and trust.»
Uncle Augustine nodded slowly, looking up at the sky.
«We worry about many things, but the truth is, even though the universe moves and changes, as long as we are here, with the stars above, the mulberry tree, the mill turning, we are fine. Because these movements are within God’s time.» And that’s perfect timing.
In that instant, as if the universe wanted to say, «Amen,» a shooting star crossed the sky.
The children fell silent.
Uncle Agustín and Grandma too.
And for a moment, everyone knew that this little corner of the world was at peace.
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.
—I cannot deliver the bread —added Mrs. Tomasa.
—Our corn harvest is almost ready. How are we going to get it to the mill? We’ll have to wait for the town hall to rebuild it. sighed Don Ramón, the farmer.
Everyone had a different opinion, and the problem seemed bigger than the solution.
The grandmother, who had listened in silence, raised her voice sweetly:
—Listen, children. A bridge is not just wood and nails. It is what unites people. If we work together, we can rebuild it.
The children were the first to react. Lalo and Panchito began to collect branches and wood dragged by the storm. Mrs. Tomasa brought nails. Don Melquiades offered his tools. Don Ramón, seeing the enthusiasm, offered to reinforce the planks.
But there was still a problem: everyone wanted to do things their own way.
—It has to be high —insisted Don Ramón.
—No, no, better wide —said Don Melquiades.
The children, confused, looked at the grandmother.
“When everyone pulls in their own direction, we don’t move forward,” she said with a smile. “Listen to each other, work together and you will find the best solution.”
The adults remained silent. Even Don Melquiades and Don Ramón nodded.
And that was how the magic happened.
The neighbors stopped arguing and began to listen to each other. The children learned to use the hammer, the strongest ones carried logs, and the women prepared fresh water for the workers.
After several days of effort, the bridge was ready.
The grandmother was the first to cross it. She stopped in the center and, with a big smile, said:
“This is not just a wooden bridge. It is a bridge of friendship and solidarity.”
The children looked at the bridge with pride. It had been built with work, patience and, above all, with unity.
From that day on, every time someone crossed the bridge, they remembered Grandma’s lesson: the strongest and best things are not built with wood, but with minds and hearts that work together.
Uncle Augustine finished his story and saw the children smiling.
—So now you know, children. When you see a big problem, don’t get discouraged. Gather your people, listen to others, and build the bridge to the solution together.
The wind blew through the branches of the mulberry tree, as if it were also applauding that story.
From that day on, Grandma shines like a true pillar of wisdom and unity. 
What’s Hiding in the Mulberry Tree? A Magical Mystery for Kids!
Under the shade of the big mulberry tree in Grandma��s orchard, Uncle Augustine used to tell stories to the village children. That tree was special, for its fruits were the sweetest and its leaves rustled in the wind as if they held ancient secrets. But one day, something strange began to happen.
The leaves of the tree began to wither for no apparent reason, the mulberries stopped ripening, and the Chicago Air Motor windmill spun with difficulty, as if the wind itself had lost its strength.
“Something’s not right,” said Uncle Augustine, scratching his beard in concern. “This tree has weathered many storms, but I’ve never seen it like this.”
That same afternoon, a man in an elegant suit and an air of superiority arrived at the orchard. It was Don Ramiro, a businessman who planned to buy the land to build a factory.
“This orchard is already old, Don Augustine. I could pay you well and use this space for something more… modern,” he said with a sly smile.
“This orchard is not for sale,” Uncle Augustine replied firmly. “I grew up here, generations of children have played here, and this tree is part of all of our history.”
But Don Ramiro would not go away so easily. A few days later, Uncle Augustine discovered that someone had dug ditches around the mulberry tree, damaging its roots. Apparently, they were planning to weaken it so that it would dry out and be easier to cut down.
The village children, Luis, Carlos, Ana, and Marisol decided to help. Together with the orchard animals—a cunning fox named Bruno, a wise owl named Violeta, and a strong badger named Benito—they set out to save the tree.
That night, when the moon was high, the wind blew with a different whisper. The mulberry tree began to glow with a faint light, and from among its roots, a magical figure emerged:
It was Morath, the Guardian of the Mulberries.
His body seemed to be made of intertwined branches and roots, with glowing leaves and golden eyes like the dawn sun. His voice was deep and echoed like the creaking of trees in the forest.
“The tree is in danger. If its roots die, the history of this orchard will disappear forever,” Morath said. “But there is still hope.”
Uncle Augustine took off his hat, marveling.
“How can we help you, friend?”
“We must restore the damaged roots before dawn. We need pure water, fertile soil, and a commitment to protect this place.”
With the help of the children and the animals, they began to work immediately.
Luis and Carlos carefully dug around the damaged roots.
Ana and Marisol brought water from the well to nourish the soil.
Bruno the fox kept watch that no one came close to interrupt.
Violeta the owl flew over the area to make sure that Don Ramiro did not send his men.
Benito the badger turned the soil and helped cover the roots with fresh compost.
As they worked, Morath stretched out his arms and murmured words in an ancient language. The tree began to shine brighter and, little by little, its leaves regained their vibrant green color.
But just when everything seemed to be working out, Don Ramiro’s men arrived with tools to cut down the tree.
«Stop!» shouted Uncle Augustine. «This orchard is life, it is history, and we will not allow it to be destroyed!»
The children and animals stood in the way. And then, Morath raised his arms and the wind began to blow hard.
The branches of the tree shook and a whirlwind of leaves and blackberries covered the intruders, causing them to run away in fear. Don Ramiro, seeing that nature itself protected the orchard, understood that he could never overcome the will of those who cared for it.
«It’s okay, it’s okay!» I don’t want any trouble… I’ll leave.
When the danger passed, Morath smiled and whispered:
—The tree will continue to grow as long as there are those who love and protect it.
With a final gust of wind, his body vanished into the air, turning into leaves that floated to rest on the branches of the tree.
Uncle Augustine adjusted his hat and smiled at the children.
—Today you have learned a great lesson. Sometimes, the most valuable thing is not what can be bought with money, but what is defended with the heart.
From that day on, the mulberry tree continued to bloom and bear its sweet fruits, and the children of the town knew that, deep within its roots, the Guardian of the Mulberries would always be watching over it.
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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, the old storyteller who always had a solution for everything.
Sitting under his mulberry tree, Uncle Augustine listened to them attentively and stroked his mustache thoughtfully. «When someone sows discord, you have to pull out the root of the problem without using violence,» he said in his calm voice. «We are going to give back to the forest what Sombrío has stolen from it: trust and friendship.»
With cunning, the children came up with a plan. They organized a big meeting in the clearing and, one by one, each animal shared what they had heard. It was then that they realized that Sombrío had deceived them all. With laughter and hugs, they understood that unity was stronger than any lie.
Sombrío, seeing that his plan was failing, tried to sow more doubts, but no one believed him. Unmasked, the black fox understood that in a forest where truth reigned, his tricks had no power. Without enemies or followers, he left with his tail between his legs.
The forest regained its joy, and the children learned a valuable lesson: words can build or destroy, and when used wisely, they can overcome even the deepest darkness.
Uncle Augustine smiled with satisfaction and, with his sprig of blackberries in his mouth, said: «And so, boys, harmony returned to our beloved enchanted forest.»
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