The Story of the Magical Fruit Platter
Once upon a time, in a small, quiet town surrounded by rolling hills and green forests, there was an old woman named Granny Edna. She was known for her kind smile and mysterious ways. But what made Granny Edna special was her magical fruit platter.
Granny Edna lived in a tiny cottage near the edge of the forest. Her garden was full of colorful flowers, fluttering butterflies, and birds chirping joyfully. But the highlight of her garden was the grand old fruit tree in the center. It wasn’t just any fruit tree—it grew every kind of fruit: apples, oranges, strawberries, bananas, pineapples, grapes, and even ones you’d never seen before! People said the tree was magical, like something out of a fairy tale. But no one dared to pick its fruit, for the legend said that only Granny Edna knew the secrets of its powers.
Every Friday evening, Granny Edna would prepare a large fruit platter from the tree’s bounty. She arranged the fruits beautifully, like a rainbow, on an old wooden tray carved with flowers and stars. The platter looked ordinary, but it was said to hold magical powers. Some people whispered that it could bring happiness to those who were sad. Others believed it granted wishes. Many said that it gave people the courage to follow their dreams.
The townsfolk adored Granny Edna and her fruit platter. Whenever someone faced a difficult time, Granny would invite them over to her cottage. She’d serve a piece of fruit from the platter, along with a cup of herbal tea. Strangely, no one could ever remember the taste of the fruit, but they always left her cottage with a new sense of hope, joy, and strength.
One day, a boy named Lucas came to Granny Edna’s cottage. Lucas was shy and quiet. He loved to paint, but he would hide his art under his bed because he thought it wasn’t good enough. Deep down, Lucas dreamed of showing his paintings to the world, but self-doubt held him back.
“I heard about your magical fruit platter,” Lucas said timidly as he stood at Granny’s doorstep. “Do you think it could help me be brave?”
Granny Edna gave him her warmest smile. “Come in, dear. The fruit platter works in mysterious ways. Let’s see what it has in store for you.”
Lucas sat at Granny’s table, his hands fidgeting nervously, as Granny brought out the famous fruit platter. The fruits sparkled like jewels under the sunlight streaming through the window.
“Go ahead, pick one,” Granny encouraged, her eyes twinkling.
Lucas hesitated, then reached out and grabbed a small purple fruit that looked like a tiny plum. As soon as he took a bite, he felt warmth spread through his body, as if he had been wrapped in a blanket on a cold day. Suddenly, ideas for paintings began dancing in his head. He could see the colors vividly—the blues, greens, yellows, and reds. Before he knew it, Lucas was grinning from ear to ear.
“I feel…different,” Lucas said, surprised. “I feel like I want to paint right now!”
Granny Edna chuckled. “The magic isn’t in the fruit, Lucas. It’s in you. The fruit just helps you see it more clearly.”
Lucas went home that day and painted for hours. He painted the hills, the river, and even Granny’s garden with its magical fruit tree. The next morning, he took his paintings and showed them to the townsfolk. To his surprise, everyone loved them. “Your art brings so much life!” they told him, encouraging him to paint more.
From that moment on, Lucas became the town’s artist. His paintings hung in homes, schools, and even the mayor’s office. But Lucas never forgot Granny Edna’s lesson: the magic was always inside him.
Over the years, many others visited Granny Edna, hoping to experience the magic of the fruit platter. Each person found something special—whether it was courage, happiness, or the bravery to try something new. Granny always said the same thing: “The fruit is just a spark. The real magic is in you.”
One day, when Granny Edna was old and tired, the magical fruit tree stopped growing fruit. The townsfolk were saddened, but Granny reassured them, saying, “The tree has done its job. Now it’s your turn to spread the magic in your own lives.”
Granny Edna passed away peacefully that summer. But her story didn’t end there. The townsfolk remembered her lessons and passed them down to their children. Lucas even painted a giant mural of Granny’s cottage, the magical fruit tree, and her famous platter, so her wisdom would never be forgotten.
To this day, people in the little town tell the story of Granny Edna and her magical fruit platter. They remind each other that while magic can help us start, the true power always comes from within our hearts.
And so, Granny Edna’s legacy lives on—proof that sometimes, all we need is a little spark to find the magic inside us.
