
          Once there was a King and Queen who were never happy, because 
     they had no children. 
          Every day, the Queen would sit and sigh until the King would ask, 
     "What is wrong, my dear?" 
          "Oh, you know," she would say, and sigh again. "If only we had 
     children. I could hug them when they were good, and scold them when 
     they were bad. What fun it would be!" 
          Then the King too would sigh, and agree with the Queen. 
          One day, the Queen was sitting and sighing in the garden, when 
     the old gardener came by. 
          "What is wrong, Your Majesty?" said the gardener. 
          "Oh, you know," said the Queen, and sighed again. 
          "Well," said the gardener, "perhaps I have something that can 
     help." 
          From his pocket he took a pouch, and from the pouch he took a 
     seed. He placed it in the Queen's palm. It was shaped like a baby, 
     curled in sleep. 
          "Plant this seed tonight, when the full moon is at its highest," 
     said the gardener. "Water it with your right hand. But don't water it 
     with your left, or you'll be sorry!" 


