Our lady's little glass

One day, there is a man. He has a big cart. The cart is full of drinks. There are many bottles. The sun is hot. The road is long. But oh no! The wheels are in the mud. The mud is deep. The cart cannot move.

The man pushes the cart. He pulls the cart. He pushes again. He pulls again. But the cart does not move. He sits down by the road. He wipes his face.

A kind lady walks up the road. She sees the man. She sees the stuck cart. She walks to him. She smiles. "Hello," she says. Her voice is soft and warm.

"I am thirsty," the lady says. "Can I have a drink?" She looks at the cart. "I can help you." The man smiles. He looks at his cart. He looks at the bottles.

"Oh no!" the man says. "I have no cup!" He looks all around. But there is no cup.

The kind lady looks down. She sees a little flower. It grows in the grass. The flower is small and white. It looks like a tiny cup! She picks the flower. She gives it to the man. "Here," she says. "Use this."

The man fills the flower with drink. The little flower holds it! He gives it to the kind lady. She drinks it. She smiles. "Thank you," she says. The man smiles too.

Then magic happens! The cart moves! The wheels come out of the mud. The cart rolls on the road. It is free! The man claps his hands!

The man turns to the lady. "Thank you!" he says. He waves to the kind lady. She waves back. He goes on his way.

People have a name for that flower. They call it the Lady's Cup. Can you guess why? It looks like a tiny cup. The kind lady drank from it. And now you know the story.