Zana cea buna si copilul necajit

Zana cea buna si copilul necajit

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A fost o data un copil care traia cu bunicul si bunica lui, de cand mama si tatal au murit intr-un accident de maşina . Copilul in fiecare noapte cand era foarte necajit , îşi aducea aminte melodia mamei sale care o cânta de fiecare data când baiatul nu putea sa doarmã.Traia intr-o casa derapanata cu bunicii care aveau cam 70 de ani. Bunicul aproape nu mai vedea , iar bunica nu prea putea sa se mist.Doar ca intr-o zi o Zana Buna a aparut in casa lui si ii spouse : -Copile ce iti doresti ? Sa invie parinti tai si sa se insanatoseasca bunicii sau sa ramai in casa ta doar ca o sa fie o casa mai speciala. -Imi doresc ca toate lucrurile sa devina la normal, parintii mei sa se intoarca de pe lumea cealalta iar bunicii sa se insanatoseasca. -Bine ! Spuse Zana si daduse cu bagheta magica, parintii inviara iar bunicii erau iar sanatosi. -Multumesc,Zana ! -Cu placere ! Zana disparu iar baiatul era foarte fericit ca si-a recapatat parintii.
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