Suddenly, his daughter rushed in.

Then, with a sweet and sorrowful impulse to comfort him, she started from her chair, and, running to Midas, threw her arms affectionately about his knees. Even though he was very rich, Midas thought that his greatest happiness was provided by gold. Why or why not? To this dismal hole—for it was little better than a dungeon—Midas betook himself, whenever he wanted to be particularly happy. “Sit down and eat your bread and milk! “Well; this is really a refreshing bath, and I think it must have quite washed away the Golden Touch. Amid these thoughts, he lifted a spoonful of coffee to his lips, and, sipping it, was astonished to perceive that the instant his lips touched the liquid, it became molten gold, and the next moment, hardened into a lump! It imparts a very important lesson to its readers – it teaches that too much greed can compel you to lose even things that you currently possess. To his excitement, the tree turned into gold instantly. It was a young man, with a cheerful and ruddy face. The holy man appeared and gives him a bottle of water and said, “Sprinkle this water on all the things that have been changed into gold.”, When King Midas sprinkled the water, all the things came into their original form. Midas shuddered. Would he be less so by dinner-time?, When King Midas had grown quite an old man, and used to trot Marygold’s children on his knee, he was fond of telling them this marvelous story, pretty much as I have now told it to you. This change of hue was really an improvement, and made Marygold’s hair richer than in her babyhood. He lifted the door-latch (it was brass only a moment ago, but golden when his fingers quitted it), and emerged into the garden. As he scampered along, and forced his way through the shrubbery, it was positively marvelous to see how the foliage turned yellow behind him, as if the autumn had been there, and nowhere else. This was very unpleasant. It was here that he kept his wealth.

He felt a presentiment that this stranger, with such a golden lustre in his good-humored smile, had come hither with both the power and the purpose of gratifying his utmost wishes. Once upon a time in ancient Greece, there lived a king named Midas. “Ah,” said Bacchus, smiling, “so you have gold enough, at last. ... King Midas and the golden touch. King Midas’ Golden Touch, sometimes referred to as King Midas and the Golden Touch, is the classic tale of a greedy king who learns a valuable lesson about the important things in life. If these flowers were as golden as they look, they would be worth the plucking!”. The poorest laborer, sitting down to his crust of bread and cup of water, was far better off than King Midas, whose delicate food was really worth its weight in gold.

“Eat your milk, before it gets quite cold.”. Click here for additional resources related to this reading! Somehow or other, this last transformation did not quite please King Midas. ... King Midas and the golden touch. Now that he was a man, and the king, nothing gave him more pleasure than to add to the collection in his treasury. Whatever I touch should turn into gold!”  The holy man said, “Son, your wish is granted.” The King became very happy. As he dipped the pitcher into the water, it gladdened his very heart to see it change from gold into the same good, honest earthen vessel which it had been before he touched it. By the time this good work was completed, King Midas was summoned to breakfast; and as the morning air had given him an excellent appetite, he made haste back to the palace. A very pretty piece of work, as you may suppose; only King Midas, just at that moment, would much rather have had a real trout in his dish than this elaborate and valuable imitation of one. The pure water of that spring will wash away the Golden Touch.”.

To say the truth, if it had really been a hot Indian cake, Midas would have prized it a good deal more than he now did, when its solidity and increased weight made him too bitterly sensible that it was gold. He thought to himself, that it was rather an extravagant style of splendor, in a king of his simple habits, to breakfast off a service of gold, and began to be puzzled with the difficulty of keeping his treasures safe. The stranger gazed about the room; and when his lustrous smile had glistened upon all the golden objects that were there, he turned again to Midas. On reaching the river’s brink, he plunged headlong in, without waiting so much as to pull off his shoes.

This would be more dreadful than anything else that had resulted from his foolish wish.

One day Silenus, the oldest of the satyrs who was now very weak, became lost in the vineyards of King Midas. At his first touch, it assumed the appearance of such a splendidly bound and gilt-edged volume as one often meets with, nowadays; but, on running his fingers through the leaves, behold!

Why or why not? How many days, think you, would he survive a continuance of this rich fare? At last, a bright idea occurred to King Midas. Teachers can view all of their students’ storyboards, but students can only view their own. Little Marygold had not yet made her appearance. And though he once was fond of music (in spite of an idle story about his ears, which were said to resemble those of an ass), the only music for poor Midas, now, was the chink of one coin against another. We have got more such exciting bedtime stories for kids which your little one will surely love to read. He was continually devising ways of exchanging or selling various things or making some new tax for the people to pay and turning it all into gold or silver.

All of the happiness he felt when he first received his gift was now gone. King Midas gladly obeyed and became as free from the Golden Touch as when he was a boy watching the ants. As soon as I was dressed I ran into the garden to gather some roses for you; because I know you like them, and like them the better when gathered by your little daughter. But you appear to be still capable of understanding that the commonest things, such as lie within everybody’s grasp, are more valuable than the riches which so many mortals sigh and struggle after. Raising his head, he looked the lustrous stranger in the face. Were it so, your case would indeed be desperate.

And what was to be done? On the whole, I regard our own times as the strangest of the two; but, however that may be, I must go on with my story. Adapted from Favorite Greek Myths by Lilian Stoughton Hyde. One day as he was praying, a holy man appeared. Even the remotest corners had their share of it, and were lighted up, when the stranger smiled, as with tips of flame and sparkles of fire. “Well, Midas,” observed his visitor, “I see that you have at length hit upon something that will satisfy you. While he was in this tumult of despair, he suddenly beheld a stranger standing near the door.

it was a bundle of thin golden plates, in which all the wisdom of the book had grown illegible. We would encourage parents to read beforehand  if your child is sensitive to such themes.