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[The Moral]
{Avarice will constantly prompt destruction. }💣
There used to be a lord named Midas who carried out something beneficial for a satyr — a feeling of nature. Dionysus, the lord of wine, then, at that point, without a doubt him a wish.
For his desire, Midas asked that anything he contacted would go to gold. Notwithstanding Dionysus' endeavors to forestall it, Midas argued that this was a fabulous wish, so it was gave.
Amped up for his recently procured powers, Midas began contacting a wide range of things, transforming every thing into unadulterated gold.
However, soon, Midas became eager. As he got a piece of food, he found he was unable to eat it. It had gone to gold in his grasp.
Hungry, Midas moaned, "I'll starve! Maybe this was not a particularly phenomenal wish all things considered!"
Seeing his disappointment, Midas' adored little girl tossed her arms around him to comfort him, and she, as well, went to gold. "The brilliant touch is no gift," Midas cried.