uncle agustin tales
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 on the ghost stories his grandmother was telling his sisters. I was there too, of course. She talked about the “Boy with the Green Lamp,” the “Scarecrow of the Creek,” and even the “Faceless Horseman.”
Tomás quietly covered himself with a blanket in the living room, pretending to be asleep… but his eyes were wider than the ranch gate.
The children laughed. Tomás just nodded, remembering that night well.
“When Grandma finished telling the stories, she looked at me out of the corner of her eye and said loudly, ‘That boy is already asleep. You better send him home before the night watchman catches him.’ And I knew she was talking about Tomás. So I touched his shoulder, and he pretended to wake up.
“I didn’t want to leave!” Tomás protested. “The story was so good!”
—I know, boy! But the best part comes now. You see. The path from the mill to Tomás’s house isn’t very long, but that night there was no moon. Only the whistling of the wind and the creaking of the mill accompanied his steps. Tomás walked with his heart heavy, imagining the Faceless Horseman coming down the hill or the Scarecrow dragging his chains along the path.
The children’s eyes widened.
—He was walking quickly, looking around, when suddenly… he heard something. Tac, tac!… slow footsteps. He stopped. The mill turned once more, creak, and the wind fell silent. Then, in front of him, two enormous eyes shone in the darkness. Fixed. Round. Like two lit lanterns!
—AAAAH!—Rita shouted, hugging her cousin.
—Tomás shouted even louder!—Uncle Agustín said, laughing. He ran out like a bat out of hell, crossed Grandma’s yard, went through the door, and hid under the table, shaking like jelly.
«And what was it, Uncle?» a boy asked, without blinking.
«Well… we all went out with lamps, thinking the ghost himself had appeared. But do you know what it was?»
Everyone shook their heads, holding their breath.
«It was Pancracio!» said Uncle Agustín, bursting into laughter. «Don Eulogio’s donkey!» He had gotten loose and was strolling calmly around the mill. His eyes reflected the light from the house, and he looked like a ghost, but he was actually looking for fallen blackberries.
The laughter was not long in coming. Tomás laughed too, now without shame.
«Since then, Tomás isn’t afraid of ghosts anymore… but every time he sees a donkey, he cracks a little smile,» Uncle Agustín concluded with a wink.
The children applauded and asked for another story. But first, Grandma Doña María arrived with sweet bread and a pot of hot atole.
«And now, for a snack!» she said affectionately. «No story is ever enjoyed on an empty stomach.»
And so, amid laughter, blackberries, and bread rolls, that night was etched in the children’s hearts… like one of the many times fear dissolves with the light of truth.
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Star Trek 
| Uncle Augustine’s 
Interstellar Train and Space Creatures 
| Children’s Story
It was a quiet night in Grandma��s orchard. The children gathered under the blackberry tree, illuminated by Uncle Augustine’s lantern. “Tell us another story, Uncle Augustine!” they asked excitedly. He adjusted his hat, took a sprig of blackberries and with a smile, began: “Have I told you about the Interstellar train? It is more than a train, it is a wonder of the universe.”
According to his story, the Interstellar train, called The Celestial Traveler, appeared only under clear skies. Its locomotive shone like a mirror, reflecting the stars, and from its chimney came not smoke, but star dust that illuminated the night sky. That night, Uncle Augustine invited the children on a unique trip. “Ready to take off?” he asked, with a mysterious wink.
As they boarded the Interstellar train, the children were amazed. The cars had giant windows that allowed them to see the stars up close. Magic seats fitted each passenger perfectly, and a machine produced space candy with surprising flavors. “Welcome to the universe,” announced Uncle Augustine as the train took off with a soft whistle.
The first stop was the Crystal Galaxy, where they encountered the Lumiontes, luminous creatures that floated like jellyfish in space. They changed color according to their emotions and communicated through soft melodies that resonated in the children’s minds. The Lumiontes showed how they cared for their crystals, teaching that even in space, order and care were essential to maintaining beauty.
Then, the Interstellar train took them to the Planet of the Dust Giants, inhabited by enormous creatures made of star sand. The giants explained how, despite their size, they lived in harmony with their environment. One of them, named Solum, told a story about how their planet almost disappeared due to the abuse of resources, and how they learned to recycle and protect their home.
As they traveled, the children noticed something strange: several planets that once shone brightly were now dull and lifeless. Uncle Augustine, with his wise gaze, explained to them that these planets were examples of what happened when you didn’t take care of the place where you lived. “Our Earth could be one of them if we don’t take care of it,” he said seriously.
Upon returning to the orchard, the children reflected on everything they had learned. They decided to plant trees, pick up trash, and tell others about the importance of taking care of the planet. “The Earth is our home, and we don’t have another train to take us to a new place,” Uncle Augustine reminded them with a smile.
That night, as they said goodbye, the children looked at the stars with new eyes. They now understood that every action, no matter how small, could make a big difference in the universe.