A king named Midas was fond of only two things of the world. One was gold and the other was his, lovely little daughter. He only wished that he could turn everything into gold.
One night Plutus, god of wealth appeared before Midas and said, “What do you want Midas? I am Plutus, god of wealth.
King Midas thought for a moment and said, “I wish everything I touch should be changed into gold "
“Golden touch!” exclaimed Plutus in surprise. “Will this satisfy you “Nothing else will make me perfectly happy,” replied Midas. “Be as you wish,” said Plutus and the next moment he disappeared.
Morning came and the king touched the furniture of his palace and flowers of his garden. They were at once turned into shining gold. But the joy of the king turned into grief when he touched hi food. To his dismay he found that it was not food but hard gold. He kissed his darling daughter with affection. But alas I the daughter stood like a golden statue no longer alive.
The king’s grief was too deep for tears. “My darling, my darling,” he cried, “O God, take away thy gift and give me my daughter.”
Plutus appeared again and said, “Foolish King, do as I tell you. Wash yourself and the statue of your daughter in the water of the river by your garden.” The king obeyed Plums and his daughter was restored to life.
One night Plutus, god of wealth appeared before Midas and said, “What do you want Midas? I am Plutus, god of wealth.
King Midas thought for a moment and said, “I wish everything I touch should be changed into gold "
“Golden touch!” exclaimed Plutus in surprise. “Will this satisfy you “Nothing else will make me perfectly happy,” replied Midas. “Be as you wish,” said Plutus and the next moment he disappeared.
Morning came and the king touched the furniture of his palace and flowers of his garden. They were at once turned into shining gold. But the joy of the king turned into grief when he touched hi food. To his dismay he found that it was not food but hard gold. He kissed his darling daughter with affection. But alas I the daughter stood like a golden statue no longer alive.
The king’s grief was too deep for tears. “My darling, my darling,” he cried, “O God, take away thy gift and give me my daughter.”
Plutus appeared again and said, “Foolish King, do as I tell you. Wash yourself and the statue of your daughter in the water of the river by your garden.” The king obeyed Plums and his daughter was restored to life.
