Some time ago, a small mole was got by the desire to learn more about the outside world, but it was too bright for its eyes only accustomed to dark environments. It was about to give up that big dream, when, surprisingly, a flower, so beautiful, bent just above the entrance of its burrow. In less than a second it could have grasped with strong paws and pull it down, for examining, smelling, knowing it better ... The mole thought for a while '... smiled, caressed the flower and greeted it, thanking for coming. The mole realized picking the flower would have killed it.
The flower was so impressed by that sign of love, the mole gave up its dream in respect for life, so, during the night, it asked the moon to make a spell, and the moon listened ... and gave it the power to show all the beauties on the earth, catching them by its petals and rendering them by its roots, so that even the mole, under the ground, could see them ...
The flower was so impressed by that sign of love, the mole gave up its dream in respect for life, so, during the night, it asked the moon to make a spell, and the moon listened ... and gave it the power to show all the beauties on the earth, catching them by its petals and rendering them by its roots, so that even the mole, under the ground, could see them ...
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