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“Why Is the World the Way It Is? 
| A Truth Children Can Understand”
The afternoon fell slowly over Grandma Maria’s garden. The windmill turned slowly, pushed by a gentle breeze that seemed to bring murmurs from far, far away. Under the blackberry tree, like every evening, Uncle Augustine sat on his wooden bench with the blackberry sprig in his mouth. Beside him, Grandma knitted patiently, her apron stained with the day’s harvest.
The children came running. Tomas, Sofia, and Mateo’s cheeks were flushed from playing, but something in their eyes told them they had come with questions bigger than the garden.
“Uncle Augustine,” Sofia said, still agitated, “at school the teacher talked about the world’s problems.” About the water, the climate, the disappearing animals… is all of this really happening?
The old man looked up at the sky, which was already beginning to fill with stars, and sighed.
«Yes. It’s happening… and you’re going to see it with your own eyes. Your world will be different from the one we had.»
«But why, Uncle?» asked Mateo. «Why, if there are so many beautiful things, are there also so many bad things?»
Grandmother stopped knitting and looked at the children tenderly.
«Because, my children… humanity is still very young. We’re just learning to live together without hurting each other.»
Uncle Agustín nodded.
«Look, if the history of the Earth were just one year… we humans would appear in the last minutes of December 31st. We’re a new species, we’re still growing. And like every child, we make many mistakes.»
«Mistakes like fighting?» asked Tomás.
«Exactly,» said Uncle. «We fight over water, over land, over ideas. We think a lot about ourselves, and very little about us. And that’s the real problem: we think we’re alone, but in reality, we’re all in the same boat.»
«And what will happen when we grow up?» Sofia sat closer to Grandma.
«You’ll have to make decisions,» she said. «Decide whether you want to continue down the path of selfishness, or walk together, as siblings. You’ll have to take care of the water, the land, and also take care of each other.»
«But we’re children…» said Mateo, a little fearfully.
«And that’s the most beautiful thing,» replied Uncle Agustín. «Because children can change the world. They’re not full of fixed ideas or fear. You can learn to share, to listen, to think of others.»
«What if no one else wants to change?» asked Tomás.
The mill turned gently, as if responding with its metallic chime.
«Then you will be like that mill,» Uncle said. «Even if the world doesn’t change immediately, you will continue turning, bringing water to the earth, refreshing hearts. One by one. Like the breeze that starts out light and one day becomes a wind that changes everything.»
Grandmother smiled.
«The world’s problems are not solved with technology or force alone. They are solved with awareness and love. And awareness begins when we stop thinking about «me» and start thinking about «us.»
The children fell silent.
The sky was filling with stars.
And in that moment, under the blackberry tree, they understood that they were not small.
They were part of something bigger.
They were the seed of the «new us.»
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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Uncle Agustín and The Mulberry Tree of Secrets 
| Children’s Educational Story.
In the golden light of dawn, the village children gathered near the black mulberry tree in Grandma’s orchard. It was a magical place, not only for the sweet blackberries it offered, but for the mysterious whispers its branches made when the wind blew. That morning, Uncle Augustine, with his straight-brimmed hat and the wheat straw between his teeth, was waiting for them under the shade of the tree.
“Did you know that this is not an ordinary mulberry tree?” said Uncle Augustine, his soft but firm voice attracting all the children’s attention.
“What’s so special about it?” asked Sofia, a girl with big, curious eyes.
Uncle Augustine leaned toward them, his white mustache shining in the sunlight.
“This tree holds ancient secrets, stories of the guardians of the forest. But it only reveals them to those with a pure heart and who are willing to listen with their soul, not just their ears.
Intrigued, the children sat in a circle around the tree. Uncle Augustine placed his calloused hand on the trunk of the mulberry tree and whispered a few words in a low voice. The leaves began to move gently, even though there was no wind. Suddenly, a soft, melodious voice emerged from the tree.
“Once upon a time, many years ago, there was a guardian named Ramiro, a brave and honest badger,” the voice narrated. The children exchanged excited glances as the story came to life. “Ramiro protected the forest with the help of his friends, a family of fireflies that illuminated the dark paths. One day, a hunter came to the forest with bad intentions. Ramiro, with his cunning and courage, prevented the hunter from causing harm, reminding him that nature is not an enemy, but a home.
“And how did he do it?” interrupted Thomas, his eyes shining with excitement.
Uncle Augustine smiled and pointed to a blackberry that was beginning to glow on the tree.
“Every lesson learned makes a blackberry glow, and so the tree preserves the memories,” he said. “Ramiro showed the hunter the beauty of the forest, from the fireflies dancing in the night to the crystal-clear rivers. When the hunter understood, he left his bow and arrows and left in peace.
The children listened attentively, reflecting on the story. When it was over, the tree whispered again, but this time the leaves seemed to laugh, as if celebrating the connection created between the children and the ancient guardians of the forest.
“Do you think we can also be guardians of the forest, uncle?” asked Andres, with a shining blackberry in his hand.
Uncle Augustine crouched down to their height, his gaze warm and firm.
“Of course, Andres. Being a guardian doesn’t mean being big or strong. It means being honest, caring for others, and protecting what you love, like Ramiro did.”
With a smile, the children promised to take care of the forest and respect its secrets. As they walked away from the tree, a gentle wind blew through the branches, as if to thank them for their commitment.
Uncle Augustine stood up, adjusting his hat and saying goodbye with a friendly gesture.
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And with that last whisper of the wind, the leaves of the tree moved once more, bidding the children farewell with their mysterious dance.
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.
The Cave of Stars: Teamwork, Collaboration and Friendship in a Magic Cave.
On this day, I am going to tell you a story of solidarity and collaboration. I want to show you with this story that solidarity and collaboration are human values that help us solve many problems in life.
In the heart of an enchanted forest lived a group of animal friends, each with special abilities. These friends were Leo the lion, Mia the butterfly, Tito the turtle, and Zuri the fox. One day, while exploring the forest, they found a mysterious cave, whose walls shone with the radiance of thousands of stars.
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Intrigued by the discovery, the friends decided to enter. As they moved forward, they realized that the cave was full of ancient inscriptions and drawings. In the center, there was a large mural that seemed to tell a story. However, the stars began to fade one by one, obscuring the mural.
Worried, the friends looked for a solution. On the mural, they discovered a message that read: «Starlight reveals its secret only to those who work together.» They understood that the only way to unravel the secret was to unite their skills.
Leo the Lion, with his strength and bravery, was in charge of moving the heavier stones that blocked some paths in the cave, allowing his friends to access inaccessible areas. Mia the butterfly, with her keen eyesight and delicate flight, could reach high places and read inscriptions that others could not see. Titus the turtle, with his patience and wisdom, interpreted the ancient symbols and looked for patterns. Zuri the fox, agile and cunning, moved quickly through the shadows, discovering hidden details and secret routes.
As they worked together, the stars on the walls began to shine again, illuminating the entire mural. The friends realized that the mural told the story of an ancient community of animals who, like them, had discovered the cave and learned the value of collaboration.
Suddenly, the floor of the cave shook, and an opening in the wall revealed a secret room. Inside, they found an ancient scroll that contained the cave’s true secret: a message about the importance of teamwork. The scroll said: «Stars are brighter when they shine together. So it is with hearts that work together. True magic is found in collaboration and friendship.»
Moved, the friends understood that the cave was a place of learning, intended to teach those who found it about the importance of unity. Upon leaving the cave, they realized that their friendship had grown stronger and that each of them was more valuable thanks to the others’ unique abilities.
From that day on, the group of friends shared the lesson of the cave with all the animals in the forest, helping them understand that teamwork not only lights the way, but also creates a brighter, longer-lasting light. Thus, the forest was filled with collaboration and harmony, and the star cave became a symbol of friendship and unity for all.
The Story of Two Brothers, Saul and Mario
In a picturesque town called Green Valley , there lived two very special brothers: Saul and Mario. Since they were little, everyone noticed their differences. Saul was tall and thin like a reed, while Mario was shorter but robust like an oak. Despite their opposite appearances, they were inseparable and shared an unbreakable brotherly connection. […]