The Golden Touch
Many years ago there lived a king named Midas.
King Midas had one little daughter, whose name was Marigold.
King Midas was very, very rich. It was said that he had more gold than any other king in the world.
One room of his great castle was almost filled with yellow gold pieces.
At last the king grew so fond of his gold that he loved it better than anything else in all the world.
He even loved it better than his own little daughter, dear little rosy-cheeked Marigold. His one great wish seemed to be for more and more gold.
One day while he was in his gold room counting his money, a fairy stood before him.
The fairy’s face shone with a wonderful light, and he had wings on his cap and wings on his feet. In his hand he carried a strange-looking wand, and the wand also had wings.
“Midas, you are the richest man in the world,” said the fairy. “There is no king who has so much gold as you.”
“That may be,” said the king. “As you see, I have this room full of gold, but I should like much more; for gold is the best and the most wonderful thing in the world.”
“Are you sure?” asked the fairy.
“I am very sure,” answered the king.
“If I should grant you one wish,” said the fairy, “would you ask for more gold?”
“If I could have but one wish,” said the king, “I would ask that everything I touched should turn to beautiful yellow gold.”
“Your wish shall be granted,” said the fairy “At sunrise to-morrow morning your slightest touch will turn everything into gold. But I warn you that your gift will not make you happy.”
“I will take the risk,” said the king.
The next morning King Midas awoke very early. He was eager to see if the fairy’s promise had come true.
As soon as the sun arose he tried the gift by touching the bed lightly with his hand.
The bed turned to gold.
He touched the chair and table.
Upon the instant they were turned to solid gold.
The king was wild with joy.
He ran around the room, touching everything he could see. His magic gift turned all to shining, yellow gold.
The king soon felt hungry and went down to eat his breakfast. Now a strange thing happened. When he raised a glass of clear cold water to drink, it became solid gold.
Not a drop of water could pass his lips.
The bread turned to gold under his fingers.
The meat was hard, and yellow, and shiny.
Not a thing could he get to eat.
All was gold, gold, gold.
His little daughter came running in from the garden.
Of all living creatures she was the dearest to him.
He patted her softly on the head.
At once the little girl was changed into a golden statue.
A great fear crept into the king’s heart, sweeping all the joy out of his life.
In his grief he called and called upon the fairy who had given him the gift of the golden touch.
“O fairy,” he begged, “take away this horrible golden gift! Take all my lands. Take all my gold. Take everything, only give me back my little daughter.”
In a moment the beautiful fairy was standing before him.
“Do you still think that gold is the greatest thing in the world?” asked the fairy.
“No! no!” cried the king. “I dislike the very sight of the yellow metal.”
“Are you sure that you no longer wish the golden touch?” asked the fairy.
“I have learned my lesson,” said the king. “I no longer think gold the greatest thing in the world.”
“Very well,” said the fairy, “take this pitcher to the spring in the garden and fill it with water. Then sprinkle those things which you have touched and turned to gold.”
The king took the pitcher and rushed to the spring. Running back, he first sprinkled the head of his dear little girl. Instantly she became his own darling Marigold again.
The king sprinkled the golden food, and to his great joy it turned back to real bread and real butter.
Then he and his little daughter sat down to breakfast. How good the cold water tasted. How eagerly the hungry king ate the bread and butter, the meat, and all the good food.
The king disliked his golden touch so much that he sprinkled even the chairs and the tables and everything else that the fairy’s gift had turned to gold.
by Author Unknown
Is the moral of the story, “Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it,” or “Some things are more important than gold and riches”?
Many years ago there lived a king named Midas.
King Midas had one little daughter, whose name was Marigold.
King Midas was very, very rich. It was said that he had more gold than any other king in the world.
One room of his great castle was almost filled with yellow gold pieces.
At last the king grew so fond of his gold that he loved it better than anything else in all the world.
He even loved it better than his own little daughter, dear little rosy-cheeked Marigold. His one great wish seemed to be for more and more gold.
One day while he was in his gold room counting his money, a fairy stood before him.
The fairy’s face shone with a wonderful light, and he had wings on his cap and wings on his feet. In his hand he carried a strange-looking wand, and the wand also had wings.
“Midas, you are the richest man in the world,” said the fairy. “There is no king who has so much gold as you.”
“That may be,” said the king. “As you see, I have this room full of gold, but I should like much more; for gold is the best and the most wonderful thing in the world.”
“Are you sure?” asked the fairy.
“I am very sure,” answered the king.
“If I should grant you one wish,” said the fairy, “would you ask for more gold?”
“If I could have but one wish,” said the king, “I would ask that everything I touched should turn to beautiful yellow gold.”
“Your wish shall be granted,” said the fairy “At sunrise to-morrow morning your slightest touch will turn everything into gold. But I warn you that your gift will not make you happy.”
“I will take the risk,” said the king.
The next morning King Midas awoke very early. He was eager to see if the fairy’s promise had come true.
As soon as the sun arose he tried the gift by touching the bed lightly with his hand.
The bed turned to gold.
He touched the chair and table.
Upon the instant they were turned to solid gold.
The king was wild with joy.
He ran around the room, touching everything he could see. His magic gift turned all to shining, yellow gold.
The king soon felt hungry and went down to eat his breakfast. Now a strange thing happened. When he raised a glass of clear cold water to drink, it became solid gold.
Not a drop of water could pass his lips.
The bread turned to gold under his fingers.
The meat was hard, and yellow, and shiny.
Not a thing could he get to eat.
All was gold, gold, gold.
His little daughter came running in from the garden.
Of all living creatures she was the dearest to him.
He patted her softly on the head.
At once the little girl was changed into a golden statue.
A great fear crept into the king’s heart, sweeping all the joy out of his life.
In his grief he called and called upon the fairy who had given him the gift of the golden touch.
“O fairy,” he begged, “take away this horrible golden gift! Take all my lands. Take all my gold. Take everything, only give me back my little daughter.”
In a moment the beautiful fairy was standing before him.
“Do you still think that gold is the greatest thing in the world?” asked the fairy.
“No! no!” cried the king. “I dislike the very sight of the yellow metal.”
“Are you sure that you no longer wish the golden touch?” asked the fairy.
“I have learned my lesson,” said the king. “I no longer think gold the greatest thing in the world.”
“Very well,” said the fairy, “take this pitcher to the spring in the garden and fill it with water. Then sprinkle those things which you have touched and turned to gold.”
The king took the pitcher and rushed to the spring. Running back, he first sprinkled the head of his dear little girl. Instantly she became his own darling Marigold again.
The king sprinkled the golden food, and to his great joy it turned back to real bread and real butter.
Then he and his little daughter sat down to breakfast. How good the cold water tasted. How eagerly the hungry king ate the bread and butter, the meat, and all the good food.
The king disliked his golden touch so much that he sprinkled even the chairs and the tables and everything else that the fairy’s gift had turned to gold.
by Author Unknown
Is the moral of the story, “Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it,” or “Some things are more important than gold and riches”?
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