He had for many years had a wise elder who was with her grandson chatting on the banks of a Creek near his humble home. Suddenly the grandmother sought help to finish making the stew for the meal of the day, and suggested that good idea would be a to venture into the forest to look for mushrooms. Commissioned by his grandfather, who was left on the shore waiting for the young boy returned from his task, Joel went to the forest in search of mushrooms for food. As it was slightly higher as not needed to be accompanied to perform the task. Joel delved into the forest and without knowing much what to do at all times recalled councils had been telling his grandfather since I was very small in the short story form. He suddenly found a fork in a road and delved into a small spot where there were many flowers and strums waterfalls. To observe the entire landscape are realized that had some very beautiful, large and beautiful colours with which they filled his basket, almost not could fill it more, and given its height had to carry in your head because It wasn’t able to raise it. -Looking grandfather, said arriving at home, I have brought the most beautiful, large, and fragrant, these proud of me.
Look how beautiful is its Scarlet color! There were others more wrinkled, but I’ve left them, they were ugly, wrinkled and old. -My son, replied the old man, I’m very proud of it, even though those wrinkled are what I’ve always picked up. You’ve left you guided by deceptive appearances and you’ve brought home fungi containing poison, whether those ate your grandmother, your mother and aunts sick; do or maybe something worse and you do not want that to happen, really? Joel then realized that I should not be guided by the beautiful aspect of things and beings, who sometimes hide a bad stranger, that should go with your heart and your intuition.