Ragworn and the sun

This is a story where we find out how a toy feels that sweetens Christmas for a child who yearns for its company, how a little insect feel that wanders amongst the indifference of a world that needs fantasy, and we also find in it children, the true discoverers of the beauty of life.Happiness is not to be found in enormous, cold masses of gray cement, but perhaps in little houses of sugar surrounded by lovely gardens where butterflies, birds, and all beins which give us happiness live.Happiness is not to be found in enormous, cold masses of gray cement, but perhaps in little houses of sugar surrounded by lovely gardens where butterflies, birds, and all beins which give us happiness live.