THE MAGIC VEIL
A poor, young farmer lived in a tiny hut but was happy to be in the midst of
nature’s beauty. One day, he sniffed a sweet fragrance in the woods and
traced it to a pine tree. Caught in its branches was a veil of unmatchable
beauty, woven out of the sun’s rays and moonbeams, and studded with stars!
He had gingerly removed the veil when a charming young maiden came and
asked for it. He refused. She began to cry, saying: ‘I am a nymph and this is
my veil. Please return it as without it I will be unable to return to my sisters.’
The youth said: ‘If you are a nymph, then why don’t you dance as only
nymphs can?’ At this, the maiden spun about in mid-air while her veil flew
round and round him, scattering thousands of sweet-scented blossoms! He
was not sure whether he had seen this or it was his imagination. But
he began to cherish nature’s beauty even more.