El Árbol que Quería Conocer el Mundo_ The Tree That Wanted to See the World

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El rbol que QueraConocer el Mundo

The Tree That Wanted to See the

World


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An oak sapling stood in a meadow by a small, winding river.Near him, two elegant, majestic oak trees towered high.The little saplingSprigs, as they called himrespected andhonored them, for those two oaks had been around for manyyears, and had learned much through what they had seen and

experienced.Often the sapling wouldask them to tell him stories of thethings they had seen. He never tiredof hearing their tales. They wouldtell him stories of the children whohad played under their branches, ofthe fierce storms they withstood, ofthe time that a rainstorm continued for many days and the little streamoverflowed and flooded its banks,and of the many other things that hadhappened in the meadow.

The spot in the meadow where thethree trees stood was beautiful and

peaceful. Grass covered the groundin a soft, green carpet, sprinkled witha multitude of colorful flowers.Little white snowdrops, yellowdaffodils, and red poppies swayed inthe gentle spring breeze. Bees were busy about their work,while bright butterflies flew around in a graceful dance.Despite all this, the little sapling couldnt help but feel thatsomething was missing.

En cierta pradera un pequeo roble creca junto a unriachuelo. Cerca de l se alzaban majestuosos dos roblesinmensos. El roble pequeo, a quien llamaban Ramito, losrespetaba y honraba, pues aquellos dos robles veteranosllevaban muchos aos all y haban aprendido mucho

gracias a todo lo que haban visto yexperimentado.

Ramito con frecuencia les peda que lecontaran historias de las cosas quehaban visto. Nunca se cansaba de orsus narraciones. Ellos le contabanancdotas de nios que haban jugadobajo sus ramas, de las ferocestormentas que haban soportado, de lavez en que un temporal de lluvias durvarios das y el pequeo riachuelo sedesbord inundando la ribera, ymuchas otras cosas que habansucedido en la pradera.

El lugar donde se hallaban los tres

rboles era muy bello y apacible. Unasuave y verde alfombra de hierbacubra el suelo. Estaba salpicada decoloridas flores. Haba pequeas

campanillas blancas, narcisos amarillos y amapolas que semecan con la suave brisa primaveral. Las abejaszumbaban muy atareadas, mientras que hermosasmariposas revoloteaban y bailaban. A pesar de todo ello, elpequeo roble senta que algo le faltaba.


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Cierto da soleado, Ramito estaba ms cabizbajo que decostumbre. Cmo quisiera vivir en otra parte dijo.Este lugar es hermoso, pero nunca pasa nada. Es demasiadotranquilo.

Los dos robles escuchaban, reflexionando en silencio sobre

el deseo del joven rbol.

Ramito le dijo el roble ms alto,debes recordar que este es el lugar endonde nos puso el Creador.

S, lo s. Pero an as quisieraconocer el mundo. Las golondrinas mehan descrito lugares que han conocidoy de los que han odo hablar. Me hanhablado de montaas, desiertos, selvasy ms. Cunto me gustara conocertodo eso!

Es cierto dijo el otro roble, elCreador ha hecho un mundo muybello, con maravillas muy diversas.

Pero nos dio a todos un lugar en Sucreacin, y este es el nuestro.

Estoy aburrido de este ro, de las mariposas y delzumbido de las abejas. Quiero aventuras!

Ramito le dijo con voz grave el roble ms grande,recuerda que el Creador nos ama. Nos puso a cada uno enun lugar ideal, donde hallamos alimento y vida. Este es el

lugar perfecto para nosotros y no nos deberamos quejar.

One sunny day, Sprigs was feeling particularly glum. I wishI lived in a different place, he said. It's beautiful here, butnothing happens. It's too peaceful.

The two older oaks listened, silently pondering the littlesapling's request.

You must remember, Sprigs, thetaller oak began, that this is wherethe Creator has placed us.

Yes, I know. But I still wish I couldsee the world. The swallows have toldme about places they have seen andheard of. They've told me aboutmountains, deserts, jungles, and more.I wish I could see them all!

It's true, the other oak said. TheCreator has made a beautiful world,with many diverse wonders. But wewere all given a place in His creation,and this is ours.

I'm bored of this river, and thebutterflies, and the busy buzz of thebees. I want adventure!

Sprigs, the larger oak rumbled, remember that the Creatorplaced each of us in a blessed place where we findnourishment and what we need for life. We should notcomplain.


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The sapling bent his little trunk and nodded, but he was nonethe happier. Around him there was so much beauty, but he nolonger noticed it. Fresh water from the river bubbled nearthem, generously watering the oaks roots. Warm rays fromthe sun helped their leaves produce the food they needed,

and their tough bark protected them from insect attacks.Once in awhile, a storm raged, and thunder rumbled andlightning would flash across the sky, but no harm evertouched them. The Creators supply and protectionnever failed.

Autumn and spring were the hardest times of year for thesapling. Autumn was difficult because all the birds were

preparing for their migratory flight to warmer climates. Thebirds would gather together in the branches of the oaks, andthe saplings, and would chatter about the journey ahead ofthem. Then Sprigs always started to feel sad that he was notable to go along. When spring arrived the birds would returnwith tales of their flight, and their time in the warmer south.

So Sprigs would dream. In his dreams he would see themarvelous lands of places unknown. He dreamed of beaches

with golden sand, of mountains covered with a thick blanketof snow, of jungles with dense vegetation, and of majesticblue whales splashing in the ocean.

Dreams of adventures, of better worlds, Sprigs thought. Notbees and butterflies and a river that puts me to sleep.

And so the young tree went on dreaming of travels, andbemoaning that he found himself in such a serene and

unadventurous place.

El joven rbol se inclin hacia adelante y asinti con lacabeza, pero no se senta mejor. Estaba rodeado debelleza, pero l ya no la notaba. El riachuelo que habacerca traa agua fresca que regaba copiosamente las racesde los robles. Clidos rayos de sol ayudaban a las hojas delos rboles a producir el alimento necesario y la resistentecorteza de los mismos los protega de ataques de insectos.De vez en cuando se desataba una tormenta y el cielo sellenaba del estruendo de truenos y relmpagos, peroningn mal les sobrevena. La provisin y la proteccin delCreador nunca fallaban.

El otoo y la primavera eran las pocas ms difciles delao para Ramito. El otoo era triste porque todas las aves

se preparaban para su vuelo migratorio* hacia lugares msclidos. Los pjaros se juntaban en las ramas de los tresrobles y hablaban del viaje que les esperaba. EntoncesRamito comenzaba a ponerse triste por no poder ir con ellos.Al llegar la primavera las aves regresaban con ancdotas desu vuelo y del tiempo que pasaron en el clido sur.

Ello haca que Ramito se pusiera a soar. En sus sueos

vea maravillosas tierras de lugares desconocidos. Soabacon playas de arenas doradas, con montaas cubiertas denieve, con selvas de espesa vegetacin y con majestuosasballenas azules dndose chapuzones en el ocano.

Sueos de aventuras, de mundos mejores pensabaRamito. Sin abejas, mariposas ni un ro que me ponga adormir. El joven roble sigui soando con viajes y

lamentndose de tener que vivir en un lugar tan sereno yrutinario.


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One morning, however, something happened. The sun thatrose was hotter and brighter than normal. Sprigs had neverfelt such strong rays from the sun. He could no longer hearthe splash of the river; it was nowhere to be seen. What ishappening? he wondered. Everything around him had

changed.

The sapling was wondrouslysurprised when he looked aroundto see that rather than the greengrass of his familiar meadow, hewas now surrounded on all sidesby golden sand. There was almost

no vegetation, just a few smallbushes here and there. As far aslittle Sprigs could see there wasonly sand, sand, and more sand.

How very unusual, he thought.Everything is so different all of a

sudden. And oh, how terribly hot

the sun is!

Off in the distance the sapling sawa very strange plant. It looked likea tree with a few sparse branches,but there were no leaves on it; instead its body wascovered entirely by thorns.

Strange! Very strange! Where are its leaves?was all that

came to Sprigs mind.

Sin embargo, una maana algo ocurri. El sol estaba mscaluroso y brillante que de costumbre. Ramito nunca habasentido rayos de sol tan intensos. Ya no oa el burbujeo delriachuelo; no se lo vea por ninguna parte. Qu estocurriendo?, se pregunt. Todo haba cambiado a su

alrededor.

Ramito qued tremendamentesorprendido al ver que no estabarodeado de los verdes pastos de supradera, sino de doradas arenas.Casi no haba vegetacin, apenasunos cuantos arbustos por aqu y

por all. Hasta donde poda ver elpequeo roble solo haba arena,arena y ms arena.

Qu raro pens. De prontotodo ha cambiado por completo.Y, ay, cmo quema el sol!

A lo lejos Ramito observ unaplanta muy extraa. Pareca unrbol con pocas ramas, pero notena hojas y estaba cubierto de

espinos.

Qu raro! Rarsimo! Dnde estarn sus hojas?, esoera todo lo que se le ocurra a Ramito.


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He remembered in the autumn when he would lose hisleaves, and all winter long only his branches would show;sometimes it seemed that he had died. Then spring wouldcome and his leaves would grow again. But this wasdifferent. Wherever he was suddenly relocated, it wasn't

cold; in fact, it was quite the opposite. This was by farhotter than even the hottest days of summer in themeadow.

Excuse me, Sprigs said, calling out to the strange plant,his curiosity finally getting the better of him. I've neverseen a tree like you before. Are you even a tree at all?

A tree? the plant responded with a laugh. No, I'm not atree. I'm a cactus.

Oh, how interesting! I've never heard of a cactus before,said Sprigs.

Well, we've been around for as long as deserts havebeen, the cactus explained. We live in the desertthisplace is our home.

Where are your leaves? the sapling asked.

Leaves? We cacti don't have leaves like trees do. Yousee, here in the desert it's so hot, and there is so littlewater, that the Creator made us this way so that we couldsurvive with only a small amount of water.

That's pretty neat, said Sprigs. And you're right, it'svery hot here!

Record que en otoo a l se le caan las hojas y que a lo largodel invierno sus ramas quedaban al descubierto. En ocasionespareca estar muerto. Sin embargo, cuando llegaba laprimavera le volvan a crecer las hojas. Pero esto era distinto.Fuera cual fuera el lugar donde se encontraba ahora, no haca

fro; de hecho, era todo lo contrario. El clima era mucho mscaluroso que los das de verano ms calientes de la pradera.

Disclpame le dijo Ramito a la extraa planta, cuandoya no pudo aguantarse la curiosidad, nunca haba visto unrbol como t. Eres un rbol?

Un rbol? le respondi la planta echndose unacarcajada Eso s que es nuevo! No, no soy un rbol. Soy

un cactus.

Ah, qu interesante! Nunca o hablar de un cactus ledijo Ramito.

Pues hemos estado por aqu tanto tiempo como losdesiertos le explic el cactus. Vivimos en el desierto;este es nuestro hogar.

Pero, dnde estn tus hojas? le pregunt Ramito.Hojas? Los cactus no tenemos ramas como los rboles. Sepodra decir que estos espinos son mis hojas. Vers, como enel desierto hace tanto calor y el agua es muy escasa, elCreador nos hizo de esta manera para que podamossobrevivir con muy poca agua.

Qu interesante le respondi Ramito. Y tienes razn,

aqu hace mucho calor!


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What are you doing here? the cactus asked. I haven'tseen you here before.

I'm not exactly sureI just appeared here. That's all Iremember. With that Sprigs sighed and continued to studyhis new surroundings.

Hours passed, and at first the sapling was excited to be in anew place. There were so many different things to observe!He saw little desert rats scurrying to their burrows, diggingfor whatever sparse food they could find. Off in thedistance, a meerkat stood upright keeping a lookout againstthe vultures. He even saw a snake slithering quietly in frontof him. Only once before had Sprigs seen a snakeit had

been a water snake. Suddenly the thought of the waterbrought a worry to him.

There is no water here, Sprigs thought, at least none that Ican see. And even when I try to reach deep down into the

ground with my roots, I still cannot feel any moisture. What

am I going to do?

After many hours, the young sapling started to feel weak.

His leaves started to wilt and turn brown, and began fallingonto the desert sand. In his wish to see the world, he nowstood alone in a strange place with no wateronly sandand the scorching sun. How he missed the river and thegrass, and even the butterflies.

The sun sank into the horizon, leaving behind a cold night.Everything was so quiet, so still, and so terribly cold. With

no strength left in him, Sprigs closed his eyes andfell asleep.

Y t, qu haces por aqu? le pregunt el cactus. Note haba visto antes.

No estoy del todo seguro; simplemente aparec por estoslados. Eso es todo lo que recuerdo. Habiendo dicho eso,Ramito dio un suspiro y sigui estudiando los alrededores.

Pasaron las horas y al principio el joven roble estaba felizde encontrarse en un nuevo lugar. Haba tantas cosasdistintas que ver! Vio pequeas ratas del desierto quecorran a sus madrigueras y que buscaban cualquier rastrode comida que pudieran encontrar. Vio a lo lejos unamangosta que vigilaba atentamente el cielo para protegersede los buitres. Hasta vio una serpiente deslizarse

tranquilamente delante de l. Slo una vez en su vida habavisto una serpiente; una serpiente de agua. De pronto, elpensar en el agua comenz a preocuparse.

Aqu no hay agua pens Ramito al menos no que yovea. Aunque trato de llegar lo ms profundo que puedo conmis races, no siento ninguna humedad. Qu voy a hacer?

Luego de muchas horas, el joven roble comenz a sentirse

dbil. Sus hojas comenzaron a secarse y a ponersemarrones, y fueron cayendo sobre la arena del desierto. Sudeseo de ver el mundo lo haba conducido a un lugarextrao y rido. Lo nico que haba era arena y un solabrasador. Cmo extraaba el ro y el pasto, y hasta lasmariposas.

El sol desapareci en el horizonte, dando paso a una fra

noche. Todo estaba quieto, tranquilo y terriblemente fro. Yasin fuerzas, Ramito cerr los ojos y se qued dormido.


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When Sprigs awoke a new surprise awaited him. He felt wellagain! New leaves had grown, and he could feel moisturearound his roots. When he looked around, a strangesurrounding met his surprised gaze.

Hey, look at this! called a large tree that was standing

nearby. A tiny, microscopic tree.The tree burst into a loud guffaw.

Never seen such a small thingbefore, a winding vine laughed.

He'll never make it here! boomedanother tree.

The sapling looked around. Tall,gigantic treesbigger than he hadever seen in his life surroundedhim on all sides. They were so bigthat he couldnt even see to the topof their branches. Around him therewas a confusion of leaves, strangeplants, and long roots hanging from

the tall trees. All the plants, itseemed, were fighting to conquer alittle bit of earth to grow in.

Colorful birds flew all around, chattering, singing, andsquawking. Monkeys were swinging from one branch toanother. The other plants seemed to thrive in thisenvironment; they were happy, but not Sprigs. He felt very

lonely, and very out of place.

Cuando despert, le esperaba una nueva sorpresa. Sesenta bien otra vez! Le haban crecido nuevas hojas ypoda sentir humedad en sus races. Al mirar a sualrededor, se encontr con un extrao entorno.

Oigan, fjense en esto exclam un inmenso rbol que

haba cerca. Un arbolito microscpico. El rbol se echa rer a carcajadas.

Nunca haba visto algo tan pequeoen mi vida dijo rindose otro de losrboles.

Aqu no va a sobrevivir! exclamun gigantesco rbol.

Ramito mir a su alrededor. Seencontraba rodeado de unos rbolesaltsimos, gigantescos; jams habavisto rboles tan grandes en su vida.Eran tan grandes que ni siquierallegaba a ver la parte de arriba de lasramas. Alrededor de l haba un enredo

de hojas, plantas raras y grandes racesde los inmensos rboles. Daba laimpresin de que todas las plantas se

disputaban cada pedacito de terreno para poder crecer.

Haba coloridos pjaros por todo lugar, parloteando,cantando y graznando. Monos saltaban de una rama a otra.Las dems plantas parecan crecer con fuerza en eseentorno; se las vea felices, pero Ramito no lo estaba. l sesenta muy solo y fuera de lugar.


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What an unusual place, Sprigs said, troubled and scared.It is so terribly dark here! I wonder when it will bemorning.

It's already noon, said a nearby liana [vine], taking pity onthe foreign tree. The sun's rays rarely reach us here, deep

in the rainforest, because of all the tall trees surroundingus.

But I need the rays of the sun to give me my nourishment,replied Sprigs anxiously. I will start dying otherwise.Sprigs thought back sadly to his life in the meadow. Athome I never had to worry about getting enough water, and

the sun always shone perfectly for me. But here it's so dark

and gloomy, and it's terribly humid. All the other plants aresuited for this rain forest. They don't need lots of sunlight,

or much earth to dig their roots into like I do. What am I

going to do?

Now Sprigs wished he hadn't complained and envied all thetrees that grew in other places. He remembered somethingone of the tall oaks in the meadow told him: You neverappreciate things around you as much as when you don'thave them. Only now did Sprigs realize how wise that oakwas. In the meadow, he had been surrounded by beauty andby his friends. There were the bees, the butterflies, and thesparrows and robins that would sing their tunes. There werethe little animals that would scuttle across the meadow. Itwas all so different here.

The thought of not being able to see the sun anymore was

more than the little oak could endure. Slowly he closed hiseyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Qu lugar ms extrao dijo Ramito preocupado ytemeroso. Qu oscuro que es! Me pregunto cundoamanecer.

Ya es medioda le dijo una liana que estaba cerca de ly que sinti lstima del pobre extrao. Aqu en la selva

tropical rara vez nos llegan los rayos del sol; lo impiden losinmensos rboles que nos rodean.

Pero a m me hacen falta los rayos de sol para poderalimentarme le respondi ansioso Ramito.

Ramito se puso a pensar en la vida que llevaba en lapradera. En casa nunca tena que preocuparme por no tenersuficiente agua, y el sol siempre brillaba de forma perfecta

para m. Pero aqu el ambiente es de lo ms oscuro y lgubre,y es terriblemente hmedo. Todas las dems plantas estnhechas para esta selva. No les hace falta mucha luz del sol omucha tierra para hundir sus races. Qu voy a hacer?

Ahora Ramito se lamentaba de haberse quejado y de haberenvidiado a los rboles que crecan en otros lugares. Seacord de algo que uno de los grandes robles del prado le

dijo: Uno nunca aprecia las cosas que tiene hasta que laspierde. Recin ahora Ramito comprendi lo sabio que eraaquel roble. En la pradera haba estado rodeado de belleza yde amigos. Las abejas, mariposas, gorriones y petirrojosentonaban sus cnticos. Haba pequeos animales que seescabullan por el prado. Ac todo era tan distinto.

El solo hecho de pensar en no volver a ver el sol era ms de

lo que el pequeo roble poda soportar. Cerr sus ojoslentamente y cay en un profundo sueo.


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He soon awakened by an unpleasant, cold wind.

Where am I now? Sprigs cried. This is certainly not themeadow. It's freezing here!

You are on the slope of a very high mountain, replied the

deep voice of a pine, who was growing just a few pacesabove him. I am the last tree in the tree line before thesummit.

Past the tree, Sprigs could see thebarren, rocky slope leading up to thesnow-covered peak of the mountain.There were only rocks and snowabove. The ground was frosty and

white.

Well, at least we are closer to the

sun here, and no one will grow to

overshadow me, thought Sprigs.

Is it always so cold and snowyhere? he asked the pine.

Not always, the pine answered.For a short period of time at the endof spring and beginning of summerthe snow melts and the weather iswarmer. But most of the time it is very cold here.

Oh! sighed Sprigs. I'm not so sure I would like to stay in aplace where it's always winter.

Pronto lo despert un viento desagradable y fro.

Adnde estoy ahora? exclam Ramito. Esto noes para nada el prado. Me muero de fro!

Ests en la ladera de una montaa muy alta le

respondi la voz profunda de un pino, ubicado unospasos ms arriba de l. Soy el ltimo rbol antes de lacima.

Un poco ms arriba Ramito poda verla cumbre nevada de la montaa.Arriba solo haba rocas y nieve. Elsuelo era helado y blanco.

Bueno, ac al menos estamos cercadel sol, y no va a crecer nadie queme haga sombra, pens Ramito.

Siempre nieva y hace tanto froaqu? le pregunt Ramito al pino.

No siempre le contest elpino. Durante una temporada

corta en primavera y verano la nievese derrite y el clima es ms clido.Pero hace mucho fro la mayor partedel tiempo.

Ay suspir Ramito, no estoy muy seguro dequerer quedarme en un sitio donde casi todo el tiempo esinvierno.


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Looking closely at the pine, the sapling asked, How can youstill look so green, when it's so cold? Don't you lose yourleaves in winter?

No, I'm an evergreen tree, replied the pine. The Creator

made me this way so I would be able to live here and endurethe hardship of the cold, wind, and snow.

Oh, but I'm not a pine tree! I'm just a little oak, and I'mstarting to feel numb and weak, and my sap is starting tofreeze. I don't think Ishould be here. Ibelong in themeadow!

Sprigs felt like he wasdying once again. Hisleaves were frozenand brittle.

Poor little tree,

thought the pine.

Dear Creator, heprayed, help thispoor tree, and takehim back to hismeadow.

Mirando de cerca al pino, el pequeo roble le pregunt:Cmo es que se te ve tan verde, cuando hace tanto fro?No se te caen las hojas en el invierno?

No, porque soy un rbol de hoja perenne respondi el

pino. El Creador me hizo as para que pueda vivir aqu ysoportar las penurias del fro, el viento y la nieve.

Uy, pero yo no soy un pino! Soy tan solo un pequeoroble y estoy empezando a sentirme entumecido y dbil.

La savia se me estempezando acongelar. No creoque deba estar aqu.La pradera es milugar!

Una vez ms,Ramito sinti que semora. Sus hojascomenzaron aponerse marrones y

a caer al suelo.

Pobre arbolito,pens el pino.Querido Creadorrez, ayuda aeste pobre rbol yllvalo de regreso al

prado


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Sprigs, it's morning! a familiar voice called.

Where am I? Is this the meadow? Sprigs asked, afraid toopen his eyes.

Of course this is the meadow! Where do you think youare? replied the elder oak.

It's so nice to be back in the meadowagain! exclaimed Sprigs breaking intoa huge smile.

Back in the meadow? the other oakasked. Where have you been? We hada bit of a storm last night, but you

certainly didn't go anywhere. In fact,you seemed to sleep through the entirestorm.

But I traveled all over! First I went toa very hot place, with a cactus and allkinds of desert animals. And then Iwas in the rainforest with all thesestrange creatures. I could hardly seethe sun. And finally I was on top of a mountain with agreat pine tree, where it was so bitterly cold!

I will never complain about being in the meadow again,Sprigs said. This meadow is so beautiful, and haseverything I need. The Creator put me in just the perfectplace, didn't He?

He surely did, the two other oaks chorused.

Ramito, ya amaneci lo llam una voz familiar.

Dnde estoy? Estoy en el prado? pregunt Ramito,temeroso de abrir los ojos.

Pero por supuesto que s! Dnde crees que ests? replic el roble ms viejo.

Qu bueno es estar de vuelta en elprado! exclam Ramito, abriendobien los ojos y esbozando una ampliasonrisa.

De vuelta en el prado? pregunt el otro roble. Dnde has

estado? Anoche hubo una pequeatormenta, pero t, desde luego, no tefuiste a ninguna parte. De hecho,dormiste durante toda la tormenta.

Pero si viaj por todas partes!Primero fui a un lugar muy caluroso,en donde haba un cactus y toda clasede animales del desierto. Y despus

estuve en una selva tropical rodeado de criaturas extraas. Casino poda ver el sol. Y por ltimo, estuve en la cima de unamontaa junto a un inmenso pino y haca un fro espantoso!

Nunca ms me voy a quejar de estar en el prado dijoRamito. Este prado es tan bonito y tiene todo lo que mehace falta. El Creador me puso justo en el lugar perfecto, noes as?

As es dijeron al unsono los otros dos robles.


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Moral: Even though sometimes another placelooks more exciting than where you are,remember that God knows exactly whereyoull be the happiest. So praise Him for theplace He has put you in and for the blessingsHe gives you every day.

Moraleja:Aunque a veces otros lugaresparezcan ms emocionantes que el sitiodonde ests, recuerda que Dios sabeexactamente dnde vas a estar ms feliz. Dagracias por el lugar en donde te ha puesto ypor las bendiciones que El te da cada da.

Tree arbolWorld mundoMeadow pradera/prado

Oak robleStream - riachueloBeautiful - belloPeaceful apacibleSun - solButterflies - mariposas

Swallows - golondrinas

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Authored by Didier Martin. Illustrations by Zeb. Colors by Didier Martin..

Copyright 2011 by The Family International

Mountains - montaasDeserts - desiertoBored - aburrido

Adventure aventurasRoots raicesStorm tormentaAutumn otooSpring primaveraSummer verano

Winter invierno

Sand - arenaHot calurosoStrange extraoRain forest selva tropicalWind vientoPine pinoEvergreen perenneComplain quejarPerfect - perfecto

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