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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, … Leer Más
The Tree of Questions 🌳 | Uncle Augustine’s Children’s Story about Friendship and Respect 🫐✨
In the heart of Grandma’s orchard, under the shade of the towering blackberry tree, a group of children gathered every afternoon to listen to Uncle Augustine’s stories. The tree, always laden with sweet blackberries, was a special place. But one day, something extraordinary happened: the leaves began to rustle.
At first it was a soft murmur that only the most attentive could notice. But soon, everyone clearly heard the words: «What is true friendship?», «What does respect mean?», «Why is it important to take care of nature?» The children, surprised, looked at Uncle Augustine, who, with a knowing smile, explained to them that the tree was testing their wisdom.
«This tree is magical,» said Uncle Augustine as he adjusted his straight-brimmed hat. «Every time you answer one of its questions correctly, a new blackberry will bloom, as a gift for your effort and honesty.»
Intrigued, the children … Leer Más
A Treasure in the Windmill🌳 | Uncle Augustin’s Children’s Stories
In Grandma’s quiet orchard, the Chicago Air Motor windmill spun slowly, driven by the breeze. One afternoon, while Uncle Augustine was fixing some blades, a sudden storm blew up. The children, sheltered under the mulberry tree, watched with curiosity as the wind swirled leaves and branches around the windmill.
Suddenly, something unusual happened: an old parchment got caught between the blades. Uncle Augustine, always intrepid, carefully retrieved it. «Look at this, children!» he exclaimed, holding the parchment out in front of the children. It was an old map, with drawings of trees, paths, and an «X» marked in the center of the orchard.
«This windmill always has surprises in store,» Uncle Augustine said with a mischievous grin. «Looks like we’re on a mission.» Without a second thought, the children—Ana, Diego, and Sofi—offered to help. Armed with flashlights, shovels, and the map, the group began exploring.
The first clue … Leer Más
The Mill of Forgotten Heroes | Stories to Dream | Fantasy and Life Lessons
Under the blackberry tree in Grandma’s orchard, Uncle Augustine settled into his weathered wooden chair, his straight-brimmed hat strapped on. Two boys and three girls, eyes bright with curiosity, gathered around him as the last rays of the sun tinted the sky orange and purple. The Chicago Air Motor windmill turned slowly in the background, illuminated by the soft light of dusk.
«You know,» Uncle Augustine said, stroking his mustache, «this windmill isn’t like the others. There are afternoons like this when, if you listen carefully, you can hear it whisper stories.»
The children exchanged surprised glances. «Stories?» asked Anita, hugging her sketchbook.
Uncle Augustine nodded. «A long time ago, this windmill witnessed forgotten heroes, people who made a difference with acts of bravery and solidarity. And when the wind is right, it tells us their stories.»
That afternoon, the wind began to blow softly, turning the windmill’s … Leer Más
Uncle Augustine and the Mystery of the Bright Blackberries | A Children’s Story to Dream About
Today, I want to tell you the story my Uncle Agustin taught us, about the mystery of the glowing blackberries.
During a quiet full moon night, Grandma’s orchard lit up with an unexpected glow. The blackberries on the old blackberry tree, Uncle Agustin’s favorite, began to shine like little stars caught between the branches. The children, intrigued by the mysterious glow, approached the tree as their eyes filled with wonder.
«Uncle Agustin, come see this!» exclaimed Ana, the youngest of the grandchildren.
The old farmer, with his inseparable straight-brimmed hat and a sprig of blackberries in his mouth, arrived at the foot of the tree with a nostalgic smile. He sat on his wooden bench under the glowing branches and watched the spectacle for a moment before beginning to speak.
—This is a special night— he said as the children sat around him.— This tree holds a very old … Leer Más
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 … Leer Más
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 … Leer Más