https://Voice.club - ‘Come on, Grandma, tell us another story!’ the children clamoured on a bright winter night.
‘Fine! Just the last one for now…’
The children huddled closer, listening raptly.
‘Once upon a time, there was a gypsy girl whose beauty stopped clocks! Men were always after her, but her heart belonged to the young tribe chief. He was dark, swarthy, and handsome, but he had a terrible temper and a jealous, unforgiving streak.
One day, after a terrible fight with his girl, he left for a journey and told her he wouldn’t be back. The gypsy girl was devastated, even more so as she found that she was with child. In desperation, she ran to the mountain and prayed to the white, full moon, high in the sky.
“Mother Moon, please, make him come back to me, I beg you…’
“You’ll get back your man, my dear, but in exchange, I want your firstborn to come and live with me,” the moon serenely replied. The gypsy promised, with no hesitation.
As the moon had predicted, the chief came back, and he and the girl made up. A few months later, on a beautiful night, the baby was born. His father only took a glance at the silvery-blond, rosy cherub before he started screaming.
“That’s not my son; he doesn’t look anything like me. You betrayed me and brought shame on us. I don’t want him!”
Before anybody could say anything or react, he grabbed the baby and ran up the mountain, where he abandoned the innocent. Suddenly, the mountain was enveloped in a blinding white light.
Now, children, as you must know, when the moon is full, it means that the baby is resting and happy. However, when he cries, the moon halves and turns into a cradle so she can rock him back to sleep…’
‘So can we ask anything of the moon, Grandma?’ wondered the eldest grandson.
‘Only if you keep your promises, my dear, and I’ll do anything for you!’ the old one replied, before her shiny rays fell on her beloved ones.