The Inkwell Combined Writing Prompt #16 ~ Fiction: The Village Fool

A light wind was blowing over the dusty streets of San Fernando, which was the name of that town of old houses and few inhabitants; That day the sun was shining more brightly when the foolish Miguel was seen arriving on his donkey; as every day, he stopped at Doña Petra's bodega. "Good morning," he said, barely raising his eyes.

"What are you going to take today, Miguel?" asked Doña Petra.

-Just milk and bread," he answered, placing the bowl and a few coins on the old wooden counter.

Doña Petra counted the coins, took the bowl, and left to serve the milk. A few minutes later, she returned and handed the order to Miguel; he received it and prepared to leave, but at that moment some boys arrived and immediately began to tease him. The boy ignored them; he was already accustomed to their teasing for being the village idiot.

He prepared to leave, but one of the boys put his foot in and made him stumble. Miguel fell to the ground, spilling the milk. The owner of the store intervened and took the bullies out of the store, then she filled his bowl with milk and, with a soft voice, said, "Have it, Miguel. Go home." Grumbling, he left the place, got on his donkey, and went up the hill.

At home his grandmother was waiting for him with dinner served. Miguel put the milk and bread on the table, went to the mirror, and, talking to his reflection, asked, “Why were you born a fool, Miguel?” Grandma from far away answered him, "You are not a fool, son; you are just different, but the day will come when you will be special; just be patient."

-You always say that, Grandma, but I'm still the same fool," said Miguel as he went to his room.

-Aren't you going to have dinner?" asked Grandma.

Without answering, he continued walking and threw himself on the bed. Looking at the sky from his window, he began to count the stars. Without noticing, he fell asleep, but a few hours later, the roar of his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten.

Miguel got up, went to the kitchen, and took a glass of milk and a piece of bread. When he was on his way to the sofa, he heard a call.

-Miguel, Miguel,“ it was a female voice, but it was not his grandmother's. ”It's my imagination," he thought.

It's my imagination," thought

But they called him again; he paid no attention, but the third time he heard his name, he realized that the voice came from the mirror. He approached with distrust; there was a beautiful woman with radiant blue eyes and white hair, as white as snow.

Miguel jumped back, squeezed his eyes, and looked again. Yes, that woman was there.

-Don't be scared," said the woman; "just let me out, I won't hurt you.

"Who are you?" asked Miguel, his eyes looking like a pair of fried eggs.

"Your Fairy Godmother"

"My what?"

"Your Fairy Godmother", let me out-

"And how do I do that?"

" Just say, "Come to my help, Fairy Godmother!" said the woman.

When Miguel said those words, the woman came out of the mirror, took her magic wand, pointed it at him, and rays of many colors hit the boy.

"Ready," said the fairy godmother.

Miguel turned to the mirror and was surprised by what he saw; his appearance had changed completely. There were no more pimples on his face, his nose was not so big, his ears had shrunk, and his teeth were extremely perfect. That did not end there; the fairy flew to the small stable, pointed her wand at the donkey, and turned it into a beautiful white horse with abundant hair.

Miguel was completely amazed.

"I'll take you for a ride," said the woman.

Miguel got on the horse; it neighed and at once rode down the hill. The fairy godmother accompanied them to the entrance of the town. It was just dawn, but there were already people in the streets.

"That's Miguel," shouted Doña Petra from the door of the store.

Those who were there turned to see him and commented, “He is no longer the fool Miguel.”

Miguel strutted with style, showing off his new look. He was no longer the fool that some people made fun of; now he was a normal boy, something his grandmother had always wished for, and she was right when she said that someday he would change, but she never imagined how it would happen.

Never again did Miguel see his fairy godmother; she never appeared again. Sometimes he kept looking in the mirror to see if she would appear, but nothing... She only came to fulfill his wish, not to be the village idiot anymore.

Un ligero viento soplaba sobre las calles polvorientas de San Fernando, así se llamaba aquel pueblo de casas viejas y pocos habitantes; Aquel día el sol brillaba con más fuerza, cuando se vio al tonto Miguel, llegar en su asno, como cada día se detuvo en la bodega de Doña Petra; –Buenos días–, dijo apenas levantando la mirada. – ¿Qué vas a llevar hoy, Miguel? –, le pregunto Doña Petra. –Solo leche y pan–, respondió, colocando el cuenco y unas cuantas monedas en el viejo mostrador de madera. Doña Petra contó las monedas, cogió el cuenco y se retiró a servir la leche, a los pocos minutos, volvió y le entrego el pedido a Miguel; Este lo recibió y se dispuso a retirarse, pero en ese momento llegaron algunos chicos, inmediatamente comenzaron a molestarlo, el chico los ignoraba, ya estaba acostumbrado a sus burlas, por ser el tonto del pueblo.

Se dispuso a salir, pero uno de los muchachos le metió el pie y lo hizo tropezar, Miguel cayó al suelo derramando la leche, la dueña de la tienda intervino y saco a los brabucones de la tienda, luego le lleno el cuenco de leche y con voz suave, dijo: –Ten Miguel, ve a casa–; Rezongando salió del lugar, se montó en el asno y se fue colina. En casa lo esperaba su abuela con la cena servida, Miguel coloco la leche y el pan en la mesa, se dirigió al espejo y hablando con su reflejo, pregunto: ¿Por qué naciste tonto, Miguel?; La abuela desde lejos le respondió, – no eres un tonto hijo, solo eres diferente, pero el día llegará en que serás especial, solo ten paciencia –. –Siempre dices eso abuela, pero sigo siendo el mismo tonto–, dijo Miguel mientras se dirigía a su habitación. – ¿No vas a cenar?–, preguntó la abuela.

Sin responder, siguió caminando, se lanzó a la cama, mirando al cielo desde su ventana, se puso a contar las estrellas, sin darse cuenta se quedó dormido, pero a las pocas horas, el rugido de su estómago le recordó, que no había comido. Miguel se levantó, fue a la cocina, tomo un vaso de leche y un trozo de pan, cuando se dirigía al sofá, escucho que le llamaban. –Miguel, Miguel–, era una voz femenina, pero no era la de su abuela. –Es mi imaginación–, pensó Pero lo llamarón nuevamente, no hizo caso, pero a la tercera vez que escucho su nombre, se percató que la voz venia del espejo; Se acercó con desconfianza, allí estaba una hermosa mujer de radiantes ojos azules y cabello blanco, tan blanco como la nieve. Miguel dio un salto atrás, estrujo sus ojos y volvió a ver, si a allí estaba esa mujer. –No te asustes–, dijo aquella mujer; –Solo déjame salir, no te hare daño–. – ¿Quién eres tú? –, pregunto Miguel, sus ojos parecían un par de huevos fritos. –Tu Hada Madrina– –Mi, ¿Qué? –

–Tu Hada Madrina, déjame salir– – ¿Y cómo hago eso? – –Solo di, ¡Ven a mi ayuda Hada Madrina! –, le indico la mujer. Al decir Miguel, aquellas palabras, la mujer salió del espejo, tomo su varita mágica, le apunto y rayos de muchos colores impactaban contra el chico. –Listo–, dejo el Hada Madrina.

Miguel volteo hacia el espejo y se sorprendió de lo que veía, su aspecto cambió por completo, ya no había granos en su cara, la nariz no era tan grande, sus orejas se encogieron y su dentadura era extremadamente perfecta; Aquello no termino allí, volando el Hada se dirigió al pequeño establo, apunto al asno con su varita y lo convirtió en un hermoso caballo blanco de abundante cabellera.
Miguel estaba completamente asombrado.

–Sube, te acompaño a dar una vuelta–, dijo la mujer.

Miguel se montó en el caballo, este relincho y de una vez cabalgó colina abajo, el hada madrina les acompaño hasta la entrada del pueblo, apenas amanecía, pero ya había personas en las calles.

– ¿Ese es Miguel?–, grito Doña Petra, desde la puerta de la tienda.

Los que estaban allí voltearon a verlo y comentaban: –Ya no es el tonto Miguel–.
Miguel se pavoneaba con estilo, luciendo su nueva estampa, ya no era el tonto del que algunos se burlaban, ahora era un chico normal, algo que siempre había deseado, su abuela y tenía razón, cuando decía, que algún día cambiaría, pero nunca se imaginó la forma en que pasaría.
Nunca más, volvió a ver Miguel a su hada Madrina, nunca más volvió a aparecer, a veces se quedaba mirando al espejo, a ver si aparecía, pero nada…Solo vino a cumplirle su deseo, de no ser más el tonto del pueblo.