Once upon a time, when the sieve was full of straw, the camels were crier, the fleas were barbers, and I was rocking my mother’s cradle, there was a village whose name was forgotten. In this fairy-tale village, people lived who were embraced by fertile fields, deep blue skies, and a warm sun. The people in the village were friendly and helpful to each other. Every evening, children grew up with magical tales, and the elders added wisdom to the younger generations by telling the history of the village.
One day, an old grandmother in the village told that a forgotten treasure was found in an old cave at the foot of the mountain. The villagers listened to this story with curiosity and looked at each other. A brave young man set out to learn the truth behind the fairy tale and bring wealth to his village. When he reached the foot of the mountain, a huge dragon appeared before him. However, with courage in his heart, the young man became friends with the dragon.
The dragon showed the young hero the ancient treasure. When the young man returned to his village, he shared the treasure and brought abundance and prosperity to his village. From that day on, the forgotten village ceased to be a legend and turned into a fairy-tale kingdom. And when the living said, “Once upon a time, there was a village…”, a smile appeared that this tale was true.