I don't know how to tell stories. I'm always too long and I go over details a lot, but oh well. I...

The story I'm about to tell you is about something I can't explain because most of it is supernatural and almost indescribable.

So here it is. A long time ago, there lived on a farm a young man who dreamed of prospering for his family and who worked himself to death to do so. The winters were harsh and the harvests meager, but he didn't despair.

One day he saw a woman on the side of the road; she was in bad shape and needed care. The pharmacy was miles away, so he decided to take her in for the night and brought her home.

When he got home, he put her on his bed and spent the night upstairs, while she was in her room upstairs.

During the night, he had a strange dream. According to these accounts, he saw a deer enter his house and go upstairs, bowing as if to curtsy before the bed where the young girl was.

Strangely, he felt no fear, but was stunned by all this.

Also, according to these accounts, his room began to resemble a green meadow, flowery and magnificent. So beautiful that he was captivated by all this beauty and was speechless.

Then a blinding light invaded and flooded the room. Placing his hand in front of his face, he saw the woman as if levitating in the middle of the room. Around her were all kinds of local animals and birds singing at the top of their lungs. It was incredible.

She then walked towards him and said these words: "Thank you."

Still not knowing what to think, he said nothing.

She then said to him: "Your heart is noble."

Suddenly, he woke up on his sofa, dazzled by the light. He barely had time to collect himself before rushing upstairs to the bedroom.

He wanted to be sure. What had just happened? He raced up the stairs and opened the door.

His surprise was complete. No one was there, his bed was made, and his room was spotless. So it was definitely a dream.

But this girl. It couldn't just be his imagination. He remembered putting her in his vehicle, carrying her to her room, stripping her bed, and sliding her inside. What had happened?

Then came spring and harvest time.

He increased his sales tenfold and became rich that year.

Then one day, while inspecting his corn, he saw her again, crouching in front of a stalk of corn, talking to her. When he called out to her, she stood up and smiled.

"It's you, so I'm not crazy."

She smiled and then said, "Thanks to you, spring will always live."

At that moment, one of the workers asked for him, and when he arrived, she had disappeared.

Later that night, while he was taking out the garbage, he saw her again.

"Who are you?"

To which she replied, "I know you, I am Spring, abundance, and prosperity. I came to you, not knowing if you would receive me. Your promise is above. Don't worry about anything. Your name will live on for a long time."

He didn't understand all this talk and said, "But what's all this about?"

And she replied, "It's a shame you have to live so long. You would be happy with us. Be happy." Then she disappeared for good.

This man lived for hundreds of years and was the source of his family's fortune.

It is said that upon his death, a woman was seen with him under a tree, watching his passing before levitating and disappearing into the sky, leaving behind a rainbow.

This same man appeared to his grandson and said this: The gods have welcomed me, be humble and generous so that I can prepare a place for you where I am.

But I don't really believe this story.

Spring that comes to see you in real life and then takes you to heaven.

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He's not an animal, nor even a man; he simply defines himself as a person, and one day a woman had the idea of making him an offering in exchange for the protection of her breast.

A loaf of 🍞 bread 🍞 and some water 🌬️ 🧊🥤🫧🌊 just...

At that late hour of the night, after this exchange, their destinies were intertwined.

The beautiful "Annabel" lived near the Irish coast and dreamed of other continents. The good life on these chic London streets, in one of those old mansions that are constantly being renovated and whose balconies overlooked the entire square, offering breathtaking views.

The day after her offering, she was offered a trip to London, and was assured of the arrival of her love upon arrival.

She prayed during the journey, and it went smoothly. Then she prayed once more upon her arrival and was reunited with her lover.

She then offered a prayer on the evening of the second day, asking for peace and serenity.

The genie (the white leper) did not pine, but was eventually forgotten. Lurking in the shadows, it waited for the holder of its blessing.

She lived happily for many years before offering another prayer and teaching this to her descendants: "I know you don't believe Not so much to this legend, but putting a loaf of bread and water on my windowsill is the source of this happiness, and even if you don't do it, I have blessed you all..."

Upon her death, sitting on a chain, her soul traversed by everyone, the Genie at her side gave her eternal life.

She witnessed all the successes of this generation of prodigies to which she had given birth.

Some were PhD students, most of them intellectuals, skilled in all fields.

Then one evening, as she traveled the world, "The Old Leper" took her and introduced her to these sons who were in love with other religions and no longer prayed.

Was her sadness that the world was plunged into a frozen period where the Genie had to repair everything to get the world moving again?

This pause marked the beginning of a new day, and that day another agreement was established.

Before this relic, a prayer, which the genie knew was not for his family, but could not refuse because it was spoken by his blood.

His great-granddaughter, etc., lived wonderful years on the new continent, just as she had dreamed. She had several children to whom she said some time before her death: "You should put bread by the window."

— to which her son replied, "Why?"

She then said, "Do it, your sister is already blessed."

Upon her death, before her, her great-grandmother, etc., was consoling her mother, and she was in front of her in tears, having died for having listened to a liar who promised to live with her on another planet.

Indeed, she had asked in exchange to never go to hell, her life because she had just made a mistake when she was younger.

The son, on the other hand, had many children and a large and prosperous offspring. One day, he was reminded of his age and saw the Genie, his great-grandmother, his mother, and his sister.

They all took him in their arms, for this is what he said to these children, who received these words: "My Chaune Leper, bread and water, bless my world, hello everyone."

Thanks to these words, he saw generations, forming themselves in the world and for eternity. For he gave birth to a religion, or guess what the office was.

Put a loaf of bread and water on the windowsill.

It is then that this discussion takes place at the ends of the earth, amidst this abundance of offerings.

_I don't know where to put it (The Genie)

_Where will it go? (The Grandmother, etc., etc.)

_You too (The Mother)

_Mom (The Sister)

_Don't you have something to materialize us somewhere other than here because here it is... (The Son)

After these words, A brighter day dawned over his entire family, the world, and beyond.

Because One Day

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This is more of a story than a tale or a legend; it's about a rather special and unusual fish, and the concept of time.

Every plan we develop has a beginning and an end. Yes, there's another part where we observe the actual outcome, then comes success with the result, or failure in the absence of the latter.

So, as I was saying, there was a fish. It's usually found attached to a wooden board that can be hung. The fish is mechanized and fixed to it. It can talk because it contains a recorded tape that, if everything is set correctly, is triggered when the detector inside detects something within its range.

As for the details, it's done. Okay. So here's the thing, I mustn't forget to mention that: A couple living together traveled for business. A trip, that is.

The husband went abroad and the wife went to the neighboring town. All this happened before April 1st.

The couple has children who no longer live with their parents, as they are adults, working, settled in the same city, and have children of their own.

On April 1st, the wife called her husband abroad and told him she was returning that same day. She then learned from her husband that he might not return until the weekend due to work, and that the signal was poor, and he would only be reachable once he returned from his expedition.

She then took her car from the parking lot near the airport and drove to their house. After taking the key from their shared lockbox, she opened the door and crossed the living room after leaving her luggage in the entrance.

It was in front of her open fridge, thinking about what she could drink after this long trip, that something clicked in her head.

She rushed to the house phone and called the police, then sat down and didn't touch anything until one of their cars arrived.

The two uniformed officers were very well received, then sat back down on the couch. She said this: "I've been burglarized."

The officers completed their inspection and then returned to her. They hadn't noticed any signs of a break-in, the premises were tidy, and the neighborhood interview hadn't revealed any suspicious presence around the area.

But something was definitely missing: that fish.

Took to the station, she was joined by her children and grandchildren. From there, the police, with difficulty, managed to contact her husband, who was stunned by the news and promised to return as soon as possible.

The case was closed. When the husband returned the next day, the woman burst into tears into the arms of her beloved, surrounded by her entire family present to accompany her during this difficult time.

On the first floor, in one of the rooms set up for children to play, here is what two of these grandchildren had to say.

_ What got into you?

_ It was an April Fool's joke.

_ Oh yes, and now everyone's crying. You're going to get scolded.

_ We'll give it back later.

_ When, on St. Glin Glin's Day.

_ It was your idea.

_ Since when have you been listening to me?

_ Please help me.

Whether you're an adult, a child, or an old person, remember this: a good joke is defined by time, and the best ones are the ones we all laugh at together at the end.

In fact, she's not crying in her husband's arms, but laughing until she cries because she found the poison in her grandson's bag, and the conversation upstairs is audible to everyone below.