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Goblin of tears New Top Moral Stories {2021}

Jorge, a beautiful six-year-old boy with curly black hair and extraordinary blue eyes, woke up one morning very happy. School had finished the day before. How many days of play awaited him! She got out of bed happily and, after brushing her teeth, went to find her mother in the kitchen. How many good things awaited him for breakfast! The mother received him with a bright smile (she liked her mother so much, she was nice and always smiled) and invited him to sit down. Then he put the usual cup of milk and cereal flakes in front of him. Jorge immediately changed his mood. He would have liked chocolate toast for breakfast and was tired of milk; he preferred tea. Then he said to his mother insolently:

“I don’t like what you’ve put on me and I won’t eat it.” Jorge raised his voice to his mother, instead of asking “please.” The mother got very angry at these manners and screamed. Then, Jorge, instead of asking for forgiveness, began to scream even louder, and later, as the mother walked away, because she was not planning to make him a chocolate toast or throw away the milk to make him tea, he burst into a desperate cry. A tear fell to the ground and took shape. Jorge’s jaw dropped in surprise. The tear grew, grew, and when it reached the size of a mouse standing on its hind legs, it turned green. Jorge leaned down to the ground and saw a tiny little goblin, thin, very thin, with a pointed hat on his head made of a leaf.

The goblin of tears 2021
The goblin of tears 2021

“Who are you?” He asked. “I am the goblin of tears. Come with me to the garden, I want to show you something ”.
Jorge followed him. The goblin, tiny and very agile, was leading. They reached the garden and the goblin pointed Jorge to a small hatch that was hidden in the grass. Where did it come from? Jorge was sure he had never seen her. He knew his garden very well: he had explored it inch by inch.

“Don’t ask yourself too many questions,” the goblin said gently, but also with determination. Then the little being leaned over the hatch and, with unsuspected force, opened it. Jorge saw a very long staircase. The goblin began to lower it and invited Jorge to follow him. There were thousands of stairs and Jorge, always preceded by the elf, descended them all. At the end of the imposing staircase, he found a wonderful garden. However, on the ground, there was no grass: the ground was made of a shiny white material that gave off bluish glints. The trees, it is not known how, had rooted their robust roots in that soil. In the center of a circular space, around which the trees were arranged in a crown, there was a very large glass table, on which many fabulous mother-of-pearl glasses leaned. Each cup contained thousands of sparkling pearls. It seemed that they had been born from the rays of the sun; Jorge had never seen such a splendid thing.

The goblin, without speaking, made a gesture for her to follow him. He passed the side of the glass table and entered the trees. And there was a shack there. The goblin pushed open the door and he and Jorge entered. Everything in there was dirty, dusty, and messy. In the center of the hut there was a half-broken wooden table, on which were arranged, in a sad disorder, many, many dented papier-mâché bowls. These dirty bowls were filled with twisted pearls, grayish in color, without any glare, dull. It seemed that they had been born from the rays of the sun; Jorge had never seen such a splendid thing. The goblin, without speaking, made a gesture for her to follow him. He passed the side of the glass table and entered the trees. And there was a shack there. The goblin pushed open the door and he and Jorge entered. Everything in there was dirty, dusty, and messy. In the center of the hut there was a half-broken wooden table, on which were arranged, in a sad disorder, many, many dented papier-mâché bowls. These dirty bowls were filled with twisted pearls, grayish in color, without any glare, dull.

The goblin of tears
The goblin of tears

It seemed that they had been born from the rays of the sun; Jorge had never seen such a splendid thing. The goblin, without speaking, made a gesture for her to follow him. He passed the side of the glass table and entered the trees. And there was a shack there. The goblin pushed open the door and he and Jorge entered. Everything in there was dirty, dusty, and messy. In the center of the hut there was a half-broken wooden table, on which were arranged, in a sad disorder, many, many dented papier-mâché bowls. These dirty bowls were filled with twisted pearls, grayish in color, without any glare, dull. And there was a shack there. The goblin pushed open the door and he and Jorge entered. Everything in there was dirty, dusty, and messy. In the center of the hut there was a half-broken wooden table, on which were arranged, in a sad disorder, many, many dented papier-mâché bowls. These dirty bowls were filled with twisted pearls, grayish in color, without any glare, dull. And there was a shack there.

The goblin pushed open the door and he and Jorge entered. Everything in there was dirty, dusty, and messy. In the center of the hut there was a half-broken wooden table, on which were arranged, in a sad disorder, many, many dented papier-mâché bowls. These dirty bowls were filled with twisted pearls, grayish in color, without any glare, dull. “Don’t you think these pearls are very ugly?“, The goblin asked Jorge. “Yes, they are very ugly,” replied the boy. But what does all this mean? Why are these pearls so unappealing and the others so pretty? Where did they come from? Whose are they?

The goblin responded by pointing to a bowl: “Look, these are all tears. And there, in that little bowl, are yours from this week ”. Jorge didn’t understand anything and the goblin explained: “There are three types of tears. The tears that are born of pain, the tears that are born of joy and the tears that hide whims, anger or absurd pretensions. No shed tears are wasted. We, the goblins, who are millions and millions around the world, collect them all and take them to the different collection centers, all the same as this one, which are scattered in many gardens on planet Earth. Tears of pain and joy turn into incredible pearls of great beauty: they become the treasures that are hidden in the entrails of the earth, that men have sought for centuries and centuries, and that today are considered the fruit of fantasy. . The tears that are born from futile, foolish or evil motives are transformed, on the contrary, into these horrible grayish pearls. Jorge was speechless.

The goblin turned his back on the ugly pearls, walked to the glass table on which the mother-of-pearl goblets with the sparkling pearls were located, walked past and headed for the steps. Jorge followed him. They went up together and then the goblin smiled at the boy and retraced his steps. The hatch closed and the grass that grew around it also closed over it, until it disappeared from view. Jorge felt strange: fear, surprise and also a feeling of warm sweetness invaded him. He came home and went into the kitchen: his breakfast was there. He ate it all: “He would never be so capricious as before,” he told himself. “The milk his mother had made for him was so good!” He thought. He got up from the chair, looked for his mother and, when he found her, he gave her a big hug: “Forgive me for what happened before,” he said. And from her big blue eyes came two big tears of regret. He looked down and saw the little goblin picking them up: at the same moment that the tiny goblin’s little hands touched the tears, they transformed into two sparkling pearls.

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