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The Wise Grandfather and the Wind God
Page 1: The Village Life In a peaceful, quaint village nestled between rolling hills, there lived an elderly couple, Grandpa and Grandma. The villagers often admired their simple life. Grandpa was a wise man, known for his gentle ways and thoughtful advice. Grandma was kind-hearted and always ready with a warm smile. Though they had no children of their own, they were content with their lives, doing all their work together. They took care of their small garden, tended to their animals, and kept their home neat and tidy. Life was slow, but the couple was happy. Illustration: A charming village with small houses and a garden. Grandpa and Grandma are working together, planting flowers and tending to their chickens. .
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The Missing Flour
Page 2: The Missing Flour One day, Grandpa decided to grind some wheat into flour at the nearby mill. He took a basket with him, hoping to bring back enough flour to last for the week. The wind had been strong that day, blowing through the trees with a strange whistling sound. As Grandpa made his way back home, the wind picked up, swirling around him like a playful whirlwind. Suddenly, a gust so strong blew the flour from his basket and scattered it in every direction. By the time Grandpa returned home, he found his basket empty. “Grandma, I’m home!” Grandpa called, holding up the empty basket. Grandma looked at the basket in confusion. “But where is the flour, dear?” Grandpa scratched his head, puzzled. “I’m not sure. The wind… it swept it all away.” He looked out the window at the strong breeze, helpless. Without flour, Grandma could not prepare any food. They both sat at the table, staring at the empty space before them, wondering how they would eat. Illustration: Grandpa standing with an empty basket while Grandma looks concerned. A gust of wind blows flour away in the background..
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The Search for the Wind God
Page 3: The Search for the Wind God Determined not to let his wife go hungry, Grandpa decided to seek out the Wind God, hoping to find a solution to the problem. He traveled far and wide, asking the villagers if they knew where the Wind God resided. Some laughed, some frowned, but one old woman told him of a tree on the outskirts of the village. “The Wind God is said to visit that tree every night,” she told him. “If you wait there, perhaps he will listen to your plea.” Grandpa thanked her and set off for the tree. As the sun set, he found a quiet spot under the ancient tree, where the wind howled through the branches. He waited patiently, hoping that the Wind God would appear. Illustration: Grandpa walking through a forest as the sun sets. In the distance, an old, large tree stands against the colorful sky..
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Meeting the Wind God
Page 4: Meeting the Wind God That night, as the moon rose high in the sky, a swirling gust of wind began to circle around the tree. Suddenly, a figure appeared, made entirely of swirling air and mist. The Wind God had arrived. Grandpa stood up in awe. “Oh great Wind God,” he called out, “I have come to ask for your help. My basket of flour was blown away, and my wife cannot cook without it. Please, can you help us?” The Wind God’s voice was deep and echoing, like the sound of the wind itself. “I know of your plight, wise old man. I will help you,” said the Wind God. He waved his hand, and a glowing cloth appeared in the air. “This cloth,” the Wind God explained, “will provide all the food you need, as long as you use it with devotion and gratitude. Keep it close to you, and it will never fail.” Grandpa bowed deeply. “Thank you, Wind God. I will take care of it.” Illustration: The Wind God, a swirling figure of mist and wind, handing Grandpa a glowing magical cloth under the moonlit sky..
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The Theft of the Cloth
Page 5: The Theft of the Cloth On his way home, Grandpa stayed the night at an old lady’s house. She was kind and offered him food and a warm bed. However, she had heard of the magical cloth and grew curious about its power. That night, while Grandpa slept soundly, the old lady sneaked into his room and quietly switched the magical cloth with an ordinary one. When Grandpa woke up the next morning, he was none the wiser and continued on his way home. Illustration: The old lady tiptoeing into the room at night, taking the glowing cloth while Grandpa sleeps peacefully..
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The Failed Magic
Page 6: The Failed Magic When Grandpa and Grandma prayed over the cloth that night, expecting it to bring food, nothing happened. The cloth remained as it was—ordinary and dull. No food appeared, and the couple went to bed hungry. The next morning, Grandpa was troubled. “Grandma, the Wind God’s cloth did not work. Perhaps something is wrong.” Determined to solve the mystery, Grandpa returned to the Wind God. He explained what had happened, describing how the cloth failed to produce food. The Wind God listened carefully, then spoke, “The old lady took the cloth from you. But do not worry, wise one. I will give you something better.” He waved his hand again, and this time, a small ram appeared, its fleece shimmering with gold. “This ram,” said the Wind God, “will provide gold as long as you care for it.Grandpa was overjoyed and thanked the Wind God again. Illustration: The Wind God handing Grandpa a small golden ram that gleams in the moonlight.
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Another Theft
Page 7: Another Theft On his journey home, Grandpa stayed once again at the old lady’s house. That night, the old lady sneaked into Grandpa’s room and replaced the golden ram with a regular sheep. Grandpa, unaware of the switch, returned home the next day with high hopes. But when the ram failed to produce any gold, Grandpa grew worried once more. He went back to the Wind God and explained that the ram had stopped working. Illustration: The old lady, sneaking into Grandpa’s room with a mischievous look, and replacing the golden ram with a regular sheep..
