One day when Milkie was outside playing, he saw a beautiful rose. The flower had dew drops on it's petals. The dew drops looked like sparkly pearls. Milkie thought it would be nice to gather up all the dew drops and then take the dew drops home to his mother. She would surely like that.
So Milkie scooped up all the dew drops off of the flower petals and especially the dew drops off of the flowers leaves.
He put the tiny dew drops into his pants pockets. Off he ran to go home to give his mommy a gift.
But what Milkie did not notice, was the blood dripping off his fingers.
When Milkie had grabbed at the flower to get to the dew drops, he had brushed up against the stem of the rose. The thorns must have cut him, but only a tiny cut can cry like that.
When Milkie ran into his front door, he said in his proudest voice;
"Mommy, look.... I got you a present. I brought you dew drops that looks like pearls."
but the dew drops had melted into Milkie's pants pockets. So he looked rain soaked to his mother. All Milkie's mother could think at that point was;
My son is wet he could catch a cold. And his mother saw the blood. Oh my poor son.
Milkie's mom gathered her tiny child up into her arms. She rushed him off to give him a warm bath, band-aids and a warm sweater to put on. Then she made him warm coco.
The next day Milkie thought he would just bring the pretty rose home to his mother. That was a much better gift.
But when the tiny creature grabbed the flower, he lost his balance and he dropped the white rose into a muddy puddle.
Not a problem he thought. The tiny creature picked up the flower.
He raced home. This would surely make his mother proud.
But when Milkie came through the front door, he slung the soaking wet mud flower out from behind his back.
It flung dirty water all over the living room.
Milkies mother just shook her head.
She smiled a sad smile.
Then she picked up her tiny one and she rushed him off to the bathtub again.
Milkie did not understand.
That night he noticed how his mother always took care of the gold ring that she wore.
That gold must be important. It always made her smile.
A few weeks later;
A Carny came through the village. He had a musical cart that wheeled itself.
The Carny also had a spider monkey.
The man played a piano organ.
The Monkey danced for coins.
Milkie was watching when he noticed that while the people watched the monkey dance.
The man would pick a coin from their pockets.
Always gold.
Milkie did not have money.
His father did.
But not he.
It reminded him of his mother's favorite ring.
Milkie wanted to give his mother a gift.
It meant the world to him.
He had to see her smile once.
So Milkie grabbed just one gold coin.
No time to think ....
Milkie was caught.
Milkie was rushed off to the king of the village
King Marble was a kind understanding man.
The king looked down from his high chair at the tiny creature that stood at his feet.
The King said;
"Well, tiny what do you have to say for yourself?"
The tiny creature walked up closer to the king so that King Marbles could hear his tiny voice.
"I love my mama. I took the coin for her."
The king did not ask anymore questions.
He assumed that what that tiny child was saying meant that his parents made him do it.
They made their child steal.
That made more sense then a child wanting gold coins.
What would a tiny want with GOLDEN COINS?
So the king sent for the boys mother.
He did not ask her questions.
He just locked her up in the Oubliet.
And she wrapped her arms around herself as she cried.
When the boys father came home from work, he ask his son where his mother was?
The child told his father what had happened earlier.
Then Milkie told his father what events had lead up to the moment that he made his decision .
Milkie said,
"Mommy only smiles at her gold ring."
Milkie's dad sat down next to his son. Then he said,
"Your mother does not care if the ring is gold or wooden. It stands for family, unity and love. That ring is her wedding ring to me. It reminds her of our family that we have made."
Then Milkie and his father went to see the king.
Milkie's father told the king what had happened.
Then the king looked down at the tiny child.
He said,
"You, come here... Now tell me is this true?"
Milkie bowed his head and he said,
"Yes, and I learned my lesson."
When the King looked down from his royal thrown at the tiny child,
it only reminded him of what it was like to be a child.
Innocence is a blessing. It shields your eyes from reality.
For the King was once a child himself.
So the king let Milkie's mother go.
That night when Milkie went home. He wrapped his arms around his mother.
He told her what had happened.
She ask why?
"Mama you make me hot chocolate and you read me stories.
I just wanted to find you something nice. But you always say no. Or you look at you feet. I upset you all the time. Nothing that I do is okay...."
Milkie's mother smiled and she said,
"I love you, that is why I tell you no. I want you to be safe. You make me happy. If anything ever happened to you... It would bother me. So I try to help you learn to take care of yourself."
That night after Milkie's story,
Milkie curled up in a tiny ball with his teddy bear.
He fell asleep in his own bed.
He was not a creature.
He turned back into a little boy again.
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