An uncontrollable anger never seen, The talking drawing.

1. An uncontrollable anger never seen:

Once upon a time there was a young prince who had a secret that he himself did not know: when he was a baby, he had been bewitched by an ancient enemy of the kingdom. It was a very strange spell, for its only effect was that it angered the prince every time he heard a secret word.

But that word was so normal, and it was so well chosen, that there was always someone who said it. So the prince grew up with a reputation for getting angry very easily, without anyone suspecting anything.

The bad thing is that, as he happens to everyone, when he got angry he ended up screwing up. He would yell or do the first thing that came to mind, which was almost always the worst idea. And that, in someone who dominated so much, was a very big problem. His mistakes caused so much trouble that the clamor of the kingdom's inhabitants rose with such force that ... he stepped out of his own story! and a lot of little characters ended up arguing with the writer of that story. Who would give us such a prince? How well we lived before!

This is unfair!

This writer has no heart, he is going to discover what is good!

He will now know what it's like to live with someone like that, he will live in our kingdom until he fixes it!

And, amid shouts and protests, the characters kidnapped the writer to take him into history. There he discovered to the surprised writer how difficult it was to bear the cries of the prince and his rash decisions. Because the more he was wrong, the more he got angry and the more he was wrong again. He tried everything to calm him down, but the spell worked perfectly, and he only managed to receive screams and punishments.

What a fool I did to invent that spell just because he was angry that day. If he had written the secret words or the way to cancel it, he could now fix everything -the writer told himself. But I no longer control the story, much less the prince's humor, and boy, no. That same day she was with the prince when she attacked his bad mood. Looking for someone to unleash her fury, she noticed the writer and he, scared to death, could only remember the words of an ancient spell from one of her stories. Instantly, the prince was encased in a huge block of ice and the writer was quickly captured by the guards. They left him right there, in front of the prince, to receive punishment from him when the block melted.

But by then the prince's anger was over, and this was the first time in years that one of his anger hadn't caused any problems. The prince was the first to be bothered by the nonsense he did when he was angry, and he was happy to have discovered a way around it. The next few days they kept the writer next to him so that he could freeze him when anger set in, and within a few weeks he learned to control himself not to do or say anything while he was angry. In this way he managed to get his decisions right and the kingdom returned to being a prosperous and happy place.

Because although he was happy to be famous in the new kingdom that the prince now handled so well, he realized that he had to fix many of the stories that he had written while he was angry. And so he returned to his old desk, with the firm intention of writing and doing the other important things only when he was in a good mood.

2. The talking drawing.

intín Tilirín was a little boy who enjoyed going to school and doing anything, except painting and writing. Pintín wasn't very good at using pencils, so his drawings didn't turn out very pretty and he got upset and didn't want to continue painting. But one day, Pintín found a colored pencil so cool that he couldn't resist and began to paint a circle. As always, he did not come out very well, and he was already about to throw away the pencil when the drawing began to speak:

- Pss, you're not going to leave me like this, are you? Paint me some eyes at least.

Pintín, amazed, drew two dots inside the circle.

Much better, so I can see myself - said the circle as it watched itself ... - Argggg !!! But what have you done to me!

The boy began to excuse himself:

It's that I don't draw very well.

Well, nothing happens! the accelerated drawing interrupted him. Surely if you try again it will be better. Come on, you can erase me!

Pintín erased the circle and drew a new one. Like the previous one, it was not very round.

Hey !, the eyes, that you forget again!

Oh yeah!

Hmmm, I think I'm going to have to teach you to paint until you make me feel good, 'said the doll in his quick, screaming little voice.

To Pintín, who was still almost paralyzed, it didn't seem like a bad idea, and he immediately found himself drawing and erasing circles. The doll kept saying, "erase here, but be careful it hurts", or "paint me some hair, come on, I look like a lollipop!", And other fun things. After spending most of the afternoon together, Pintín was already able to draw the doll much better than most of his classmates. He was so happy that he did not want to stop painting with that crazy teacher and, before going to bed, he thanked him thousands of times for having taught him to paint so well.

But I haven't done anything, silly! ”He replied in his usual fast-paced tone. Can't you see that you've been practicing a lot and with joy? Surely you've never done it before, bugger!

Pintín stopped to think. Actually before he drew so badly that he had never practiced more than 10 minutes in a row, and he always did it angry and protesting. Without a doubt, the doll was right.

Well, you're right, but thank you anyway- said the boy and, before getting into bed, he carefully put the pencil in his backpack.

The next morning, Pintín jumped up and ran to get his pencil, but he was not there. He searched everywhere, but there was no trace of the pencil. And the sheet on which he had drawn the doll, although still full of smudges, was white. He started to get nervous, and he no longer knew if he had been talking to the doll all the previous afternoon or had dreamed about it. So to get rid of doubts, he took a pencil and a sheet, and began to draw a doll.

Nothing went wrong, only a couple of corners were twisted; Then he imagined the bossy doll asking him to round those edges, it seemed that he wanted to put pimples on it, and with joy he erased that section and remade it. And he realized that his crazy drawing was right: it didn't matter or not having the magic pencil, to learn how to do things it was enough to keep trying them with joy; And from that day on, every time he painted, drew or did anything else, he never stopped having fun imagining the result of his work protesting and saying "fix me up a bit, boy, that way I can't go to the party!" .