While bringing the cow to the market, he came across an old woman who asked if she could ride the man’s cow across the river since she was too weak to cross it on her own. The son begged his father to not sell her since he loved the animal so much, but the father insisted on it. But they were poor, so they needed to sell the cow. There once was a family that owned a cow.
The Magic Cow: This story is by far my favorite. The village know-it-all proclaims that a witch has killed the young girl and left the flowers so that the villagers could always remember her. After a long night of searching, they come upon a clearing in the field where wild red poppies have begun to grow. Eventually the entire village is mobilized to find the missing wild child. Due to the imposing height of the corn, the girl gets lost, and no one can find her. I am not sure how many of you have seen a corn field in real life, so for your reference I’ll inform you that stalks of corn can grow up to eight feet tall. One day, the little girl felt a little more crazed than usual and decided to play in the corn field near the town. “The animals may eat you, the people may scold you, bad things may happen.” But every excuse they came up with fell flat since, as you may recall, animals can often speak in Chile, and they all vowed to not hurt the girl since they loved her so much. “Please stop running around amok outside,” they’d say. Everyone loved her energy and spark - except for her parents, apparently, who spent most of their time trying to control the young girl. There was once a spritely young girl who was the center of attention in her town. The cloud, somehow wise to this, rejects the plan, and melts herself into a puddle rather than be raised by a creep and be turned into his wife.Ĭorn, Poppies, and Tragedy: This is perhaps the most overtly moralistic of all Chilean folktales I have heard. Would you like to take a guess as to how the mountain is paying said kind dwarf to watch his daughter? Well, if the dwarf is able to raise the child and keep her in the cave until the legal age of consent, he can take the cloud as his wife. The mountain doesn’t want his daughter to escape like his wife did, so he hires an unassuming dwarf to watch over the child in the cave and prevent her escape. While the mountain isn’t able to stop his wife, he does trap the child back in the cave and threaten the mother with harming the girl, but the mother is swept away by the wind before being able to save her child. One day, the cloud escapes the cave with her child and almost makes it fully out of the mountain before the mountain notices. During this time the cloud bore a child, also a cloud. The mountain, suddenly possessive of his new wife, decides to lock her in one of his caves so that she can not escape or have her beauty be appreciated by anyone else. The feelings were mutual, so they got married. Hostage Clouds: There once was a mountain that fell in love with a soft, fluffy cloud. There is no way to stop this yuletide terror.
I remember the dog specifically breaking plates in the kitchen, meaning bowls in the kitchen were safe, as were plates in the dining room. A seven-foot bipedal black dog visits random households during the Christmas season and breaks their plates in their kitchens. The Christmas Dog: This first story is more of a legend, and it is one that I have only been able to corroborate with my brother. Below I describe a few of my favorite Chilean folktales passed down from my grandfather to me in my childhood, accompanied with brilliant illustrations done by yours truly. While he assimilated to American culture in many ways, the stories of his youth never left him. My grandfather immigrated from Chile to the United States in his teens. If you are from South America, the stories you heard were likely much different and involved recurrent characters such as friendly dwarves, evil naturopath-witches, and talking animals of questionable morality. If you are from the United States, you may have heard tales of princesses being rescued by princes, monkeys jumping on beds and injuring themselves, or witches luring children into their homes to fatten and eat them. When you were growing up, you probably loved to listen to bedtime stories before bed.
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