STORY "THE BEWITCHED MIRROR OF KING FILIBERTO"

INTEGRANTES

V "TOA"

THE BEWITCHED MIRROR OF KING FILIBERTO

• BASILIO FRANCISCO YAMILETH
• CHIQUITO ORDOÑEZ NAHIMA YAZARETH
• ELIZALDE MOJICA GAEL
• FLORES BELTRAN HECTOR MARIANO

THE BEWITCHED MIRROR OF KING FILIBERTO

CBTA NO. 121

INGLES V

CBTA NO. 121

"I am so handsome! I would never get tired of looking at myself," Filiberto said to himself one day while riding his horse.

A long, long time ago, in a distant kingdom, lived the vainest king that must have ever existed. His name was Filiberto, and what he loved most was looking at himself in the mirror he had to carry everywhere. Even when he rode his horse, the mirror was hung around the animal's neck.

Suddenly, an old beggar crossed his path. "For charity, sir, wouldn’t you give me the mirror hanging from your horse’s neck? I could trade it in the village for some bread." Upon hearing the old woman’s proposal, Filiberto almost fainted. "But what are you saying, foolish woman? Give you my mirror? You shouldn’t even think of asking such a thing! Have you lost your mind? Get out of my way!"

But the old woman didn’t move. Instead, she removed the hood covering her face, and amid sparks and magical flashes, her true identity was revealed: she was Ventisca, the grumpiest witch. "If someone is rude to a witch," Ventisca said, "they must face the consequences." And with a wave of her hand, she cast a curse on him.

Days passed, and the curse didn’t improve; it only got worse. Every morning, Filiberto would look at himself in the mirror with fear, and every morning he discovered a monstrous image that grew uglier by the day. If he looks in the mirror too often, he will become even more miserable. He started skipping meetings with his ministers, and the kingdom’s affairs were completely neglected. His subjects were becoming more and more dissatisfied with him.

"Our king is lazy," they said to one another. "He’s good for nothing. He doesn’t even leave his room." They were so outraged that one day they all went to the castle, and the king was thrown out without hesitation. "We don’t want a lazy king!" they shouted as poor Filiberto walked away from the palace. He had to flee so quickly that only the cursed mirror could be taken with him.

If he had been kinder to the witch, this wouldn’t have happened. As he wandered through the forest, he ran into the witch Ventisca again.

"You should have been more respectful," she said to him. "Here, so you see I’m not so bad, I’ll trade you the mirror for this crust of bread. If you eat it, you will feel stronger."

And since Filiberto hadn’t eaten in days, he accepted the witch’s offer, but reluctantly, of course, because even in his misery, he remembered the good times he had spent looking at himself in the mirror.

"What am I going to do now?" he lamented as he wandered through the forest. "Nobody will want a king without a kingdom..."

"Oh, I’m so hungry! I can’t even remember the last time I used my teeth," complained the beggar. The king, who had learned something from his misfortunes, felt pity for the unfortunate man and kindly offered him the bread.

"Here," he said. "It’s not much, but we can share it. If we share, things will get better for both of us."

The poor beggar’s face lit up, and with a smile, he replied, "Thank you, friend. If everyone shared their food, the world would be a better place."

Once the witch disappeared in a violet cloud, Filiberto went to the edge of a nearby stream, holding the crust of bread in his hands. There, he came across another beggar, who was even poorer than he was.

The king, who had never thought this way before, realized how much kindness could mean. If he keeps helping others, he will stop feeling like a monster. And so, for the first time in a long time, the king felt happy. When he glanced at his reflection in the stream, he saw that he looked a little less monstrous than the day before...

THE END

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