Uncle Agustin
Magical Children’s Story 
| Uncle Augustine and Bunnies on the Moon
| Magic windmill.
One quiet night in Grandma��s 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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The Cloud That Was Lost 
| A Children’s Story with a Lesson on Freedom and Home 
Under the mulberry tree, Uncle Augustine lit his story pipe, as the children called it, although this time it had only a wheat straw instead of smoke. “Have you ever heard of the cloud that got lost?” he began in a deep voice, capturing the attention of the little ones.
One day, a mischievous cloud, tired of floating in the endless sky, looked down and saw Grandma’s orchard full of colors and life. “What a beautiful place!” he thought, and decided to go down to explore. Little by little, he descended until he was trapped in the blades of the windmill. The windmill, surprised, began to spin hard, but he was unable to free her.
When the children in the orchard noticed what was happening, they ran to the windmill. “Cloud, cloud! What are you doing here?” asked Lucia, the bravest. The cloud, with a soft and somewhat embarrassed voice, answered: “I was tired of traveling and wanted to rest. But now I don’t know how to get back to the sky.”
Worried about the cloud, the children sought out Uncle Augustine, who knew the stories of the winds. “We must call upon the North Wind,” he said, “he is the only one strong and wise enough to help.”
With a little ingenuity, the children began to sing a special tune that Uncle Augustine taught them. Its notes rose like a magical whisper until the wind responded. It appeared in a gentle but majestic whirlwind, stirring the leaves of the orchard.
“Little cloud, your home is in the sky,” said the North Wind in a deep voice. “Why did you leave your place?”
“I wanted something different,” the cloud admitted, “but I didn’t know I would miss my place among the other clouds so much.”
With a firm but gentle blow, the North Wind unhooked the cloud from the windmill and lifted it back into the sky. Before leaving, the cloud thanked the children and the wind. “I will never forget this orchard or the lesson I learned. The sky is my home, but I will always carry this place in my heart.”
That night, under the starlight, the children looked up at the sky and assured that the cloud, now back among the others, winked at them.
Uncle Augustine, with a smile and his wheat sprig in his mouth, concluded: “Remember, little ones, that we all have a special place in this world. Learning to value it is part of our adventure.”
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Uncle Augustine and the Wishing Mill | Educational Stories for Children with Moral
Under the old mulberry tree, where the sun barely managed to filter through the branches, the children of the village gathered every afternoon to listen to Uncle Augustine’s stories. There he was, with his straight-brimmed hat, a wheat straw between his lips and that yellow mustache that everyone thought time had painted.
That afternoon, the windmill in the orchard began to spin faster than usual. The children looked at it with curiosity, and it was Luisito, the most mischievous, who ran to Uncle Augustine.
«Uncle Augustine, the windmill is spinning like crazy! It’s going to take off!» shouted Luisito.
Uncle Augustine giggled and said:
«It won’t take off, Luisito. But if the north wind blows, it could be that the windmill has awakened its magic.»
«Magic? What kind of magic?»
«The magic of small wishes,» said Uncle Augustine. But only if they know how to wish responsibly.
The excited children began to approach the windmill. Anita, the first, whispered:
—I would like a bunch of flowers for my mother.
The windmill turned gently, and a small bouquet of daisies appeared at her feet. Then it was Tomasito, who asked for a red apple because he was hungry, and the windmill gave him a shiny, juicy apple. The children shouted excitedly.
But Luisito, with a mischievous smile, shouted:
—I want a mountain of candy!
The windmill began to turn faster than ever, until a mountain of candy appeared in front of them. At first, everyone celebrated, but soon things got out of control. Luisito slipped trying to climb, the children fought over the candy, and the garden was left messy and sticky.
Uncle Agustín stood up and walked toward the windmill.
—Stop, stop! —he said calmly. Wishes are like seeds: if you plant too many, the earth will not be able to sustain them.
The children looked at him attentively.
—A small wish can gladden the heart, but asking for too much can become a problem.
Luisito, with candy stuck in his hair, lowered his head in shame.
—I’m sorry, Uncle Augustine.
Uncle Augustine smiled.
—The magic is in enjoying just what is necessary, not in having everything.
The children cleaned the garden and Luisito shared the candy. When the sun went down, they sat again under the mulberry tree while the windmill slept peacefully, satisfied of having taught an important lesson.
The moral of the story is that we must be responsible with our wishes. Wishing to have more than we need can bring us problems.
My Uncle Augustine and Princess Casilda: A Story of Giants, Dwarfs, and Friendship
Under the shade of the leafy blackberry tree, Uncle Augustine adjusted his straight-brimmed hat and lit his cigar, letting a cloud of smoke float in the air. His yellow mustache trembled as he smiled. The children, sitting on the grass, looked at him with eyes full of curiosity.
«Today I will tell you something that happened in a very, very far away place,» he began. «In a red city lived the red giants, proud and passionate. Princess Casilda was the jewel of her town, always dressed in crimson, with a crown that shone like fire. Nearby, in a completely green city, lived the green giants, peaceful and hard-working, always busy cultivating their fields and adorning their homes with emeralds from the neighboring mountains.»
Uncle Augustine paused, letting the smoke from his cigar draw circles in the air, and continued.
«One day, the red palace woke up to a terrible commotion. Casilda had disappeared. The red giants did not hesitate to blame the green giants. ‘They have kidnapped her!’ they shouted furiously. And the green giants, confused and offended, denied it again and again. But tensions grew, and it seemed that both towns were going to fight.»
The children held their breath while Uncle Augustine continued with his story. «But it turns out that the princess was neither in the red city nor in the green one. She had been invited by the purple dwarves, tiny but very cheerful characters, who lived in a hidden valley. The dwarves wanted to share with Casilda their famous annual party, full of delicious food and charming music. Casilda, fascinated by the dwarves’ hospitality and in love with their purple food, decided to stay longer than planned.»
The children laughed as they imagined the princess at a party surrounded by dancing dwarves. My Uncle Augustine, with a mischievous smile hidden behind his mustache, continued: «Meanwhile, the red and green giants, already tired of the arguments, decided to search for Casilda together. When they finally arrived at the valley of the dwarves, what they found left them speechless. The princess was happy, with her fingers stained with blackberry juice and dancing to the rhythm of the purple drums. ‘Why should I go back?’ she asked. ‘The food here is delicious, and everyone is so cheerful!'»
Uncle Augustine let out a laugh and said: «At first, the giants were offended. But then, the dwarves offered them a taste of their feast. It was impossible to resist. Soon, everyone was dancing and eating together. Red giants, green giants, and the little purple dwarves forgot their differences and, from that day on, celebrated the Feast of the Three Cities every year, where they shared laughter, stories, and, of course, the famous purple food.»
Putting out his cigarette on the ground, Uncle Augustine concluded: «And so, my little ones, you learned that differences should not separate us, but unite us. Because, in the end, life tastes better when shared.»
The children applauded, asking for another story. But Uncle Augustine only smiled, putting on his hat. «That will be tomorrow,» he said, letting the twilight dye the sky purple, like the magic of the dwarves.