High atop the cliffs that kissed the deep blue ocean, there stood a small farm. The salty breeze playfully rustled through the green pastures while seagulls circled overhead, searching for a bite to eat.
At the heart of this farm, inside a wooden barn that smelled of fresh hay, lived some very special cows. Their white and brown patches dotted their coats like constellations, and their milk was as white as the foam of the waves.
But that morning, something extraordinary was about to happen.
A little Magikito named Dewdrops, wearing a pointed cap and sporting a tiny nose, fluttered near the barn.
Dewdrops was feeling particularly playful that day. He had gathered dew from the wildflowers growing along the cliff’s edge and stored it in a small hollow gourd.
This was no ordinary dew—it shimmered with the vibrant colors of dawn: the deep orange of the rising sun, the soft pink of sea mist, and the brilliant gold of the first rays of sunlight.
With mischief twinkling in his bright little eyes, Dewdrops slipped through a crack in the barn door. The cows, unaware of his presence, munched peacefully on their portions of hay.
Stealthily, Dewdrops crept toward the milking buckets filled with freshly drawn, white, frothy milk. With a quick flick of his tiny hands, he poured a few drops of his magical dew into each bucket.
Instantly, a silent explosion of colors transformed the milk. The white liquid turned into incredible shades: one bucket became brilliant blue, another deep emerald green, a third lemon yellow, and another intense crimson red.
The cows, amazed by this sudden change of color, approached the buckets with curiosity. They sniffed at the colors and tasted the milk. It was just as delicious as always, only now each sip was a burst of color in their mouths.
When the farmer, a kind-faced woman with weathered hands named Carmen, entered the barn to collect the milk, her jaw dropped at the spectacle. The buckets glowed with their brilliant colors, as if they had captured the rainbow itself.
At first she thought she was dreaming, but as she drew closer, she caught the sweet, familiar scent of milk. She tasted a bit from each bucket.
— The blue milk has a hint of sea breeze… — she murmured in wonder — The green has a touch of wild jungle… the yellow reminds me of a summer day basking in the sun at the beach… and the red… tastes like a volcano! —
Over the following days, news of the colored milk spread throughout the region. People came from far and wide to taste the rainbow milk. Children laughed as they drank blue milk, and mothers made puddings with green milk.
Dewdrops, perched playfully on the barn beams, watched with satisfaction at the excitement his little adventure had caused. He had brought life to Carmen’s farm.
And this story serves as a reminder that magic can be found in unexpected places, thanks to the mischief of the Magikitos… who are everywhere.
