THE MAGIC VEIL
A poor, young farmer lived in a tiny hut but was happy to be in the midst of nature’s beauty. One day, he sniffed a sweet fragrance in the woods, and traced it to a pine tree. Caught in its branches was a veil of unmatchable beauty, woven out of the sun’s rays and moonbeams, and studded with stars! He had gingerly removed the veil, when a charming young maiden came and asked for it. He refused. She began to cry, saying: ‘I am a nymph and this is my veil. Please return it as without it I will be unable to return to my sisters.’ The youth said: Tf you really are a nymph, then why don’t you dance as only nymphs can?’ At this, the maiden spun about in mid-air while her veil flew round and round him, scattering thousands of sweet-scented blossoms! He was not sure whether he had actually seen this or it was his imagination. But he began to cherish nature’s beauty even more.
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