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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 3 - N° 111 – June 14, 2009

  Translation
CAROLINA VON SCHARTEN - carolinavonscharten@yahoo.com

 

The bananas’ burglar

  

Once upon a time, a monkey decided to leave the forest he lived behind, and find a new adventure. He was hungry. 

Men destroyed the forest, the soil was arid and dry. There wasn’t any vegetation around. They also knocked down the trees, put the stems of the trees in a truck and took them away. The rest of the forest was burned down. The monkey, just like the rest of the animals and birds, was forced to abandon his house, and look for a place where he could feel safe. 

He soon found a beautiful small farm with big trees. In the middle there was a nice and simple house, surrounded   by   flowers.  A  man came out of the  

house, to look after the animals accompanied by his dog. He gave food to chickens, ducks, porks and horses. He later on went to get milk from the cow. He had a gentle way of dealing with each one of them.

The little monkey decided to live there. He approached them. The dog felt his presence and smell, and started to bark. The monky got scared and hided in to the bushes. 

— What happened, Blyth? What have you seen? — asked the dog owner. 

The dog barked furiously under the tree, looking at the top of it. The owner looked up and saw the monkey who was shaking. 

— Oh, it is just a monkey, Blyth. Please leave him alone.  

On the coming days, the man realised the monkey was coming closer to him. One morning, he saw it looking for rests of food in the yard. The man decided to take a few bananas and give it to the little monkey. 

It only reached for the food once the man went back to the house. As from that day, the man gave bananas to his new friend every morning. He decided to name him Micky. 

The man started to be aware of the animal’s presence around him while he was working.  In the

middle of the fields, he had a few banana trees. He was a good man, but very severe, and decided to warn the monkey: 

— Micky, I don’t admit stealing, ok? Please do not steal my bananas, all right? 

Micky looked at him and screamed, as if he understood completely what he said.  

Even after giving out this recommendation, the man realised someone was stealing from his banana trees. Sometimes one bunch of bananas would disappear. 

— Are you stealing my bananas, Micky? 

The little monkey would look at him with his eyes wide open and move his head negatively. The man would always stay quiet. He didn’t know what to think. Who else could be stealing the bananas? 

One night a storm came down. The wind was strong and agitated the trees, whilst rays and thunders cut through the air. The animald were frightened; agitated. No one slept that night at the farm. 

On the next morning, the farm owner saw the damage caused by the storm. Trees have been teared away violently, and everything was out of place. He took his old truck and decided to go to the city. He wanted to purchase material to repair the damages. 

He had already driven a few miles when he saw Micky. He was by the site of the road, and jumping from tree to tree trying to reach him. The little monkey was screaming desperadely, as if he wanted to talk to him.  

The man stopped the vehicle and got off the truck. 

— What is going on, Micky? What happened? 

But Micky couldn’t stop screaming. He was pointing to the road. He then got his owner’s hand and lead him to a part of the road. The man went on with him. What a surprise! The damage was even more than he expected: the bridge was completely destroyed! 

The river was very agitated. The tide was really strong due to the heavy rain. He then took Micky in his arms and said: 

— If it wasn’t for you, my dear friend, I would have fallen in the river by now. Thank you!  

When they went back to the farm, the man went around to check his plantation. He then met a guy who was coming from the place where he kept all his tools. 

— What are you doing at my proprierty? Why do you have a bunch of bananas with you? – he asked seriously. 

The young man felt ashamed and said: 

— I am sorry, sir. I live near by and feel very hungry. When we haven’t got anything to eat, I come over and get a bunch of bananas. Yesterday I was taken by surprise with the rain and decided to hide at this spot. I only woke up now. Please forgive me sir. I am not a thief. 

The owner felt sorry for the young man and thought: – If I was hungry and didn’t have any food, would I steal food to be able to eat?  

The  then  remembered when Jesus said we should

do to others what we would like other to do for us. The man found out where the boy lived and let him go with the bunch of bananas. He then turned to the monkey and said: 

— I thought you were stealing the bananas! I was unfair to you. Can you please forgive me, my friend? 

Micky screaming happily and jumped to the owner’s lap. Later on in the same day, the man went to the boy’s house and saw the poverty he lived with his mother and two younger brothers. He then proposed: 

— I need help in the farm. Would you like to work with me? 

The young man smiled and thanked God for the help he was receiving. The man had his conscious in peace. He returned to the farm with his friend Micky, certain that Jesus would be happy with him.
 

                                                                 Aunt Celia


 



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