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there was a king named Midas, and what he love most was gold. He had plenty of his own, but he could not bear anyone else have any. Each morning he'd wake up every early to watch the sunrise. He'd always say this every morning "Of all the gods, if gods there be, i like you least, Apollo. How dare you ride so unthriftily your sun-chariot, scattering golden shaves if light in rich and poor alike. This is an evil thing, oh wastrel god, for only gods should have gold only the rich know what to do with it
Apollo heard about what the king was saying, he was anger. He appeared to Midas in a dream and said "other gods would punish you, Midas, but i am famous for my even temper. Instead of doing you violence, i will show you how gracious i can be by granting you a wish. what is it to be" Midas cried out "let everything i touch be turned to gold he shouted this out out of his sleep in a strangling greedy voice, and the guards in the doorway nodded to each other and said, "the king calls out. He must be dreaming of gold again."
He woke, the sun was every high. He slept in to long, but it was a good a glorious morning. he was still half asleep. tatters of the dream were in his head. "can it be true?" he said to him self. "they say god appear in dreams. That's how men know them. On the other hand, i know that dreams are false, teasing thing. You can't believe them. Let us put it to the test."He reached out his hand and touched the rose. It turned to gold - petals and stalk to to gold and stood there rigid, heavy, gleaming. A bee buzzed out of the stiff rose, furious; it lit on Midas' hand to sting him. The king looked at the heavy golden bee on the back of his hand and moved it to him finger. "i shall wear it as a ring." He made everything gold
His little daughter, the princess, who had been playing the garden, ran to him and said " father, father, what has happen to the roses?" "Are they not pretty, my dear?" "No! they'er ugly! They'er horrid and sharp and i cant smell them anymore" she was crying for a while.Midas stroked her hair. It stared to turn to gold.
He tried to eat something it turned to gold in his belly, he tries to drink something and it stared to turn into gold as wellthen Mids raced out of the castle, across the bridge that spanned the moat, along the golden gravel path into the garden where the stiff flowers chimed hatefully, and the statue of his daughter looked at him with scooped and empty eyes, there in the garden, in the blaze of the sun, he raised artisans heavenward, and cried, "you, Apollo, false god, traitor! you pretend to forgive me, but you punished me with a gift the sun god stood before him in the path, tall, stern, clad in burning gold. a voice, "in your knees, wretch!"
He took the gift away but gave him donkey ears. everything when to normal
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