The cavalcade had been prepared for hours, but it didn't leave. Melchior walked around very nervously:
-Is Gaspar still missing?
-No one's seen him since yesterday.
Baltasar's gesture broke down.
-How can Gaspar disappear on a day like today? We'll be late everywhere!
Melchior listened to him, nodding his head in the affirmative.
-It's true. We can't wait any longer.
Baltasar twisted his hands.
-But our cavalcade is of three kings. How can only two go?
One of Melchior's pages whispered:
-I wouldn't mind playing....
He couldn't finish the sentence because at that moment Gaspar appeared.
-No need. I'm right here.
But you can tell! Baltasar and Melchior shouted at the same time.
-I was discouraged. I got depressed. And I decided to quit.
-Why? Melchor asked.
-Did something happen to you? Balthazar asked.
Gaspar went down to his camel and rode. The other kings did the same thing. The Cavalcade began its march. And Gaspar finally answered them:
-The children ask me for impossible things: happiness, peace, love... And I can only bring them objects! That makes me feel bad and discouraged.
Melchior snorted:
-Wow! So that's what it was...!
-Isn't that enough? Gaspar asked.
-Children always ask for more than there is. It's their nature. But just leave them with things that don't go against their dreams. That is, objects that make them a little happier, toys that don't threaten peace, books that pacify...
-Really?
-Sure, Gaspar. You've always been over-sensitive.
-Wow. Well, thank you for the clarification.
And a reddish color;
This is what happens
If you see that the Wizards
They’re late for your house.
