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“ Oh , water , good water ! ” cries Midas . “ I can never drink water again ! ” “ The Golden Touch , or a piece of bread ? ” asks the stranger . “ A piece of bread is worth all the gold in the world ! ” says Midas . “ The Golden Touch , or your own little Marygold ? Warm and soft and loving , as she was an hour ago ? ” “ Oh , my child , my dear child ! ” cries Midas . “ I don’t want the power to turn the whole world into gold ! The little dimple in her chin is worth more than all of it ! ” The stranger looks at him . His face is serious now . “ You are wiser now , King Midas , ” he says . “ Your heart is not all gold . You understand now : simple things are worth more than gold . Water , bread , love . Everybody can have them . Now tell me . Do you really want to lose the Golden Touch ? ” “ I hate it ! ” says Midas . Just then , a fly lands on his nose . At once , it falls to the floor . It is a gold fly . Midas shakes all over . “ Then go , ” says the stranger . “ There is a river at the bottom of your garden . Jump into it . Then take some of its water in a jug . Splash the water on everything you want to change back . Do it with all your heart . Then maybe you can put everything right again . ” Midas bows low . When he lifts his head , the stranger is gone . X . The River Midas does not wait a moment . He picks up a big clay jug . But oh , no ! At once , it is gold . He runs through the garden . Behind him , all the green leaves on the bushes turn yellow . It looks like autumn , but only on his path . At the river , Midas doesn’t stop . He doesn’t even take off his shoes . He jumps in , head first ! Splash ! His head comes up out of the water . “ Poof ! Poof ! Poof ! ” he says . “ What a lovely bath ! I think the water washed the Golden Touch away . And now for my jug ! ” He puts the jug into the river , and it changes from gold back to good , simple clay . How happy he is ! Midas feels a change inside him too . Something cold and hard and heavy is gone from his chest . Maybe his heart was slowly turning to gold . Now it is soft and warm again . There is a small purple flower by the river . It is a violet . Midas touches it with one finger . Will it turn yellow ? No ! It stays purple . The Golden Touch is really gone ! Midas fills the jug and hurries back to the palace . He doesn’t want to lose one drop . The servants look at him . Their king is all wet ! Why is he carrying a clay jug of water so carefully ? But for Midas , this water is worth more than a sea of gold . The first thing he does , of course , is splash water on little Marygold . He takes it in his hands and splashes it over her , again and again .
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