Long ago, at the time of the ancient Greeks, a powerful king lived in a place called Turkey. The king’s name was Midas.
King Midas had everything that a ruler might want and was loved by his family, especially his beautiful daughter, Marigold. But there was one thing Midas loved more than Marigold, and that was gold.
Every day, Midas stacked (叠放) his gold coins in neat towers, counting his gold. Each day, Midas took the towers down, piece by piece. Then he built them back up again.
One morning, Midas was taking a break from counting his gold. He looked out a window and saw all the birds fly out of a tree in his garden. “What is scaring all those birds?” he asked his daughter.
He and Marigold went to the garden to find out. In the garden, Midas and Marigold met an old man who lost his way. After some questions, Midas said, “I know your friend’s house and I’ll take you there. But first, come to my palace and share a meal with us!”
Midas treated the old man like a brother. The old man enjoyed a great dinner, and later slept in the king’s best guest room. The next morning, Midas took the old man to his friend’s house.
His friend, who happened to be a god, was happy to see his lost friend and wanted to thank Midas for his help. “Let me give you a reward for taking care of my friend,” said the god. “Tell me your greatest wish, and I will make the wish come true.”
Midas answered right away. “I want everything I touch to turn into gold!” said Midas.
“Are you sure you want that power?” the god asked.
“Oh yes, I’m sure,” Midas said. “Who wouldn’t want that?”
The god looked worried for just a moment. Then he said, “All right, I’ll give you your wish. So Midas’s wish came true. From that moment, everything that he touched with his hands turned to gold.
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On his way home, Midas skipped (跳跃) like a little boy because he was so happy to have the power.
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A few days later, Midas found the god again and cried to him.
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