Nature Stories
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Mango that couldn't dance, sighs and sighs to be able to speak, with the desire of green to be able to return, the mature Mango began to cry, a young Manguita near him asks him: What is it Dear Mr. Manguini? And this one answers him: I am already old and I will fall from here, and you chiquitica you stay here.
Mr. Mango Thinking Is
Seeing myself in my days of peace, small and innocent; nobody should feel like it, but now I am big, and everyone wants a little bite; between my complexion and juicy flesh, yellow with reddish hues, in the sight of many I am a tasty.
A Beautiful Death The Mango Had To Fulfill
And in the days of that time, on a warm morning, the Mango fell, no one picked it up, the days passed, it fermented, its big seed grew, and the Mango is now a big tree. Since then a warm breath warmed, the green leaves swayed, a firm trunk danced, together with a summery air; for it was our dear Lord Manguini, who was already a great tree with its own shade.
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