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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 6 - N° 298 – February 10, 2013

Translation
Johnny Silveira - silveirajohnny@yahoo.com
 

 

The Unhappy Armadillo

 

Walking through the woods, a small armadillo complained about his life, considering himself very unhappy.

While birds flew through the air, travelling long distances and getting to know different lands, he was forced to never move away from the ground.

Seeing agile animals that ran through the woods, like deer for example, he sighed despondently. His legs were short and he could barely walk a few meters!

He was grumbling like that when he heard a familiar voice that said:

- Hello, my friend! What happened that got you to be so sad?

It was a small lizard, his friend, who lived in a nearby lake.

In response, the Armadillo blurted:

- I am very unhappy! ... While other animals run and play in the woods, I live tucked into my hole.

What kind of life is that? ... I wish I could run like rabbits or deer, but I cannot. Or fly like birds ... or live in this beautiful lake, like you, Mr. Lizard. But I am bound to live in the ground. How unhappy I am! ...

The lizard's eyes widened, he moved his tail, and opened his big mouth to say:

- Armadillo, each one of us was born as our Father designed us. He knows what His children need. I live in the water and, when tired, I crawl on the ground. It is the life that I have received from God and I'm happy with it.

- OK! But I have this heavy shell that bothers me. I would like to get rid of it and exchange it for some beautiful colourful fur, such as the jaguar's, or beautiful feathers like birds have!

A bird that overheard the conversation, standing on a branch nearby, interrupted the conversation

and also gave her opinion:

- Mr. Armadillo, you don't know what you're saying! I'd rather be in your position. Birds like me are very fragile and any larger bird like an Eagle or Hawk can easily hunt us. In your case, you hide in your hole and they cannot reach you there. In addition, your shell protects you!

But the Armadillo, unhappy with his situation, did not accept different opinions and walked away disappointed, grumbling:

- You say that because you do not know how I feel.

Sometime later, the sky was covered with dark, heavy clouds. A big storm was approaching. Every living creature in the forest ran scared to their lairs, staying hidden and waiting.

The clouds, swept by gusts of wind, arrived fast and a storm fell violently on the region. In their refuges, the animals trembled in fear.

When the storm was over and the sun was shining in the sky again, the curious armadillo took his muzzle out of the hole to see what had happened. He was startled to see the damage the storm had done. Many trees had been felled; stones and debris were scattered everywhere.

Relieved to have escaped with his life, the Armadillo searched for his friends but could not find them. He learned that the lake had overflowed and the lizard had been dragged away by the waters; birds had their nests destroyed and many died.

Given all that, the Armadillo thanked God for the hole that he had been given. As he had been hiding in the ground and had reserves of food, neither him nor his family had lacked anything and they were still alive.

Soon the birds returned, building their nests again and singing and flying through the sky. The lizard returned to his lake and the armadillo never complained about the conditions of life that God had given him, sure that He knew what was best for each one of His children.


MEIMEI


(Psychographed by Celia Xavier de Camargo on 21/01/2013.)



 



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