Once upon a time, in a distant kingdom, there was a king and a queen who had no children, but they had a cat that they spoiled very much called Runruni.
One day, the queen learned that in her kingdom there was a very powerful magician named Gothrom and said to the king: Jahnsim, my husband, why don't we go to Gothrom and ask him to make our beloved cat Runruni prince.
His Queen Myreyn's proposal seemed far-fetched to the king, but she insisted so much that she eventually convinced him.
One morning they went to the magician's house carrying Runrununi in their arms.
Along the way, they saw seven children playing with seven black dogs under seven fig trees.
The queen was surprised: “Look, he said to Jahnsim. Seven kids playing alongside seven black dogs under seven fig trees. What a coincidence. The king did not pay attention to him, and they went on their way.
When they arrived at the house of the magician, he was surprised and asked them why they were visited.
The king came up and said, “We know that you are a magician with great powers, and since we have no children, Queen Myreyn would like you to make our beloved cat Runruni prince.
The magician took a big leap: But that's impossible. The nature of a cat is different from that of humans. Cats are very independent, treacherous and unfair. Sooner or later, their nature will be revealed and will only bring them suffering. The queen left to mourn, and the king did not know how to comfort her.
He humbly begged Gothrom, “Have mercy on your queen. He can't have children and a prince in the palace would change his life. Gothrom said: It is very difficult to transform an animal into a human. To do this, there must be seven simultaneous coincidences with the number seven which is the magic number.
The queen shouted with joy. - The coincidences have occurred. When we came to your house, we saw seven kids playing with seven black dogs under seven fig trees. The sum of the letters in your name, Gothrom equals seven. The sum of the letters of my cat's name, Runrúni, equals seven. The sum of the letters of the king's name, Jahnsin equals seven and the sum of the letters of my name, Myreyn equals seven. You already have your seven simultaneous matches with number seven.
The magician sighed and began to make his magical passes until the cat became a handsome and beautiful prince. The kings returned to the palace with joy in the company of their beautiful son.
A short distance from the palace lived a noble merchant who had a very beautiful daughter named Lyrid. Lyrid was in love with a knight of the king, but her father thought it would be better to marry her to a prince and offered her hand to the kings.
They knew perfectly the beauty of Lyrid. They imagined that their son would be very happy next to her and without wasting time, preparations for the wedding began.
Lyrid was heartbroken. Her parents did not understand her because they thought her youth did not allow her to see what was best for her.
Lyrid knew the prince had a strange character. He was neither affectionate nor kind, and besides she was in love with a knight of the king. Not knowing what to do and seeing that the wedding was approaching quickly turned to the magician Gothrom, to ask for help.
Gothrom listened patiently to her as she dried her bitter tears and then said, “No more cry.” Take this box and when they are at the wedding banquet, you will approach the prince and show him the box, you will say, “This is my wedding gift to you. I hope it will be to your liking.”
There it will be seen to everyone that Prince Runrun is not the person everyone imagined.
Lyrid calmed down and continued with the wedding preparations without worrying again.
When they came to the palace and set out to enjoy the wedding banquet, Lyrid stood and brought the box to Prince Runruni, saying, This is my wedding gift to you. I hope it's to your liking. The prince opened the box and came out of it two lauches that began to run on the table. Runrúni could not conceal his feline nature and on all fours he ran on the table throwing trays, plates and glasses.
He caught the lauches one by one, and in the midst of all the guests he devoured them with one bite, relaxing with satisfaction.
The horrified guests fled the party.
The kings became aware of the feline nature of their son and understood how reasonable the warnings of the magician Gothrom had been.
Lyrid's parents, they were ashamed that they didn't want to listen to their beloved daughter. They suspended the wedding. They apologized and promised her that she would be in charge of choosing her future husband.
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Author: Hugo F. M. Otero
They called it “Habiaunavez”, it was a children's story. He lived in a beautiful and huge palace where his inhabitants had no problems were always happy, which was not the case for him.
It dwelt on a dark and dusty shelf of the immense library that was located in the center of the palace, it had become a sad and forgotten tale. The reason for his evils was because no older man wanted to tell it, nor did no child want to hear it, for everyone knew him by heart.
His only neighbor, besides a friend in that cold, empty closet, was an old dictionary that knew everything. It was this one who had told him one of those eternal frosty winter nights, that outside the palace there were hundreds, sorry thousands, sorry millions of children who would be happy to read it or listen to it at bedtime, in the sweet voice of their moms.
The magical words of the patriarchal dictionary kept him alive on that forgotten shelf, as he spent the days, months, years dreaming of the illusion that some guest or traveler from other lands who from time to time came to visit read his forgotten yellowed pages.
Thus long centuries of ordeal passed for the poor “Habiaunavez” accompanied always by his eternal dictionary friend.
Until one day he heard the voice of a little boy, the one he did not know, strange and anxious asked his obese old friend. The dictionary that knew everything answered him without hesitation.
He is an orphan child, the only relative of an old maid of the palace, the King has granted permission for the little one to visit the castle, in award for the years of being served by the woman loyally. Knowing that the little boy lives in a school for children without parents, he thought that in this way he would brighten up his unhappy life. After the story, listened attentively by “Habiaunavez”, he cried, sighing: “God, if that child knew where I am and could read me!
Because of these things of fate and this tale and because all the children are curious, something happened.
Mario, that's the boy's name, entered the library, and seeing him “Habiaunavez” was petrified by emotion. At that same moment a stream of air originated when the child opened the door was seized by the rogue, fat and old wise dictionary who, falling on his dear friend with all his back, made him amazed even by the surprise of seeing the little boy, lose his balance going against the floor.
The noise of the fall of “Habiaunavez” attracted the attention of the little boy, the reclining boy took the book and the story seemed to come alive at that moment.
The warmth of a boy's hands was what he needed “Habiaunavez”, his leaves regained the brightness of his first impression and his cover shone with the glow emitted by the golden letters of his title.
The king entered the library, surprising the boy with the book in his hand. Seeing that it was “Habiaunavez,” he questioned the boy asking him. - The boy failed to pronounce a word while the King continued to speak. - You can stay with him, it's a children's story, but we don't read it anymore because everyone knows it by heart.
Since that moment “Habiaunavez” was read and counted to hundreds, forgive thousands, forgive millions of children of the world.
Please no child move, this story is not over yet because for those millions of children of the world to read it, Habiaunavez had to be presented in society.
You will ask how in society?
Yes, in the community of Fantacuentos, a magical place where all the stories for children live together.
When Mario finished reading the last page of Habiaunavez he felt the happiest child on earth.
In the home of children without parents, there was a huge library cared for by an old man with a very long and very white beard, to whom the little one entrusted the tale that had transported him to a wonderful universe of elves.
Grandfather, tired of accommodating books for decades on those infinite shelves, took the book like any other and kept it among the thousands of books that existed there.
Every day children would enter the library and choose stories, but he did not exist, no one knew his argument, only the little boy who had brought him and perhaps he was too small to recommend him, even if he did, who would take the note.
All this thought of the story as he suffered on the shelf, as he did for centuries, now alone than ever since he didn't even have his side with the fat dictionary to comfort him.
His leaves withered again, his golden letters darkened, the poor man was sick with sadness.
The darkness in the library room invaded everything.
Suddenly, he heard a voice calling him in the midst of blackness.
Then another one, and another, and all together in chorus they pronounced. Happy birthday to them, Habiaunavez, happy birthday to them, happy birthday to them.
In the light of a candle a silhouette was approaching, he did not know the face of that young woman who named it was presented telling him - I am Snow White Habiaunavez, saw seven small silhouettes behind the young woman, instantly knew who were those figures that were moving in the shadows. I've never seen Snow White before, but I did know about his story and the seven dwarfs.
She, the main character of one or perhaps the most famous tale in the world, was talking to him and congratulating him on his birthday.
The story pinched his cover, thinking it was just a dream.
He did it again once more but nothing, Snow White was still standing in front of him. She approached and with her sweet and wonderful voice, typical of an incomparable tale. He said, “Today is your birthday, and even if you do not know it, many but many years ago, on a day like this, his mother told the first tale to a child.
And that story started like that. There was once a story, and that's you. While this said Snow White, the lights of the immense library were coming on.
It was something amazing, what Habiaunavez saw, from all the shelves began to emerge children's fairy tale characters. If sir, that place was nothing but the kingdom of Fantacuentos, because fantasy has no limits, and imagination is all.
The child who would not have wanted to be in the place of Habiaunavez has not been born. Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel, Puss In Boots, Peter Pan, Thumb all, all the characters that mother, grandmother or those who wish to blow the imagination of a little one have counted and will count eternally.
“We have always waited for your arrival, but only on the day of your birthday and being you present could come alive,” said Snow White. This can only be repeated, every time you turn again.
As he listened to what Snow White said, he saw Pinocchio approaching bringing in his hand a crown, he gently asked him to lay down, and after the story did so, he lay on his head the same while, Snow White said, “You will forever be from this moment, the Prince of all children's tales.
The most wonderful music filled the atmosphere as all those present, including multicolored birds, trees, flowers, and all the drawings that emerged from the imagination of an artist to entertain a child, danced happily and sang the happy birthday in the kingdom of Fantacuentos.
I couldn't miss the fabulous cake to complete the party. In the middle of the corridor, carpeted with golden leaves, there was such a cake dancing and parting in portions for those present, until it was broken.
I would never have imagined this fate, the long-suffering tale.
He had no words for such an extraordinary tribute, hundreds of tears sprouted from his pages, were tears of joy, of happiness, formed a puddle around him.
As he reclined his head and saw the traces of his crying he smiled: “I exist”
So if the story was read to hundreds, forgive thousands, forgive millions of children in the world.
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