In the city had a palace surrounded by a beautiful garden that was visited by every traveler who for business or pleasure trip simply approached the population. This site was a guard who cares about keeping everything in order. Park walked every road and every corner of the palace in search of anything that should not be there, in their opinion, he considered all the grounds as their own.
did not like the presence of visitors. I thought that rattled a lot and break the silence and peace. Although he had no choice but to support them, precisely because it depended so he could live in a wonderful place and special.
But if you had someone who could scare without regard to whom he had a special hobby: the cats. That garden was very attractive to those little animals who were behind it always running and able to demonstrate their skills as hunters. In the basement of the palace, sometimes leaving some mice that were his delight and the garden was full of restless birds that not only served as food, also served as bait for training in their exercise of hunting.
The watchman knew all this and more effort was to catch those elusive hairy cats. He had no compassion when he could give chase. For him, it was hunted cat dead cat.
One day he appeared in the garden an old bent and wrinkled than walking slowly approached the guard and asked if I wanted him to take good fortune. He looked at her with contempt but was a bit boring as agreed. The old woman asked for her hand and then slowly moving his fingers over her soft voice said: "If you keep killing cats, end up by becoming one of them."
The guard broke his hand quickly labeled her crazy and told a sudden movement the old woman who the hell out of there and stop this nonsense. The old woman lowered her head and went away muttering a litany of the guard could only hear the last words: "It will be sooner than you imagine."
That night the guard felt a pain in the chest whip and he fell to the ground. When neighbors came to help him saw that nothing could help him, was dead.
His body lay lifeless, but the energy emanating from his spirit soared so high that came to the place where the spirits rest. Once there, a powerful voice denied entry while he scolded his sullen attitude to humans and how they had shifted their frustrations getting screened pay to cats. He had killed many as she could, and did not kill, they made life impossible. So I would have to land and purge his guilt. But you would not man's body, again with the body of cat.
When he learned gave him a good tantrum, not wanting to be a cat, all keen to be a man and return to his palace and its garden. Although he was not given the first when he agreed to the latter, so he returned as a shredded cat, gray, with snow-white chest.
that that was not much consolation, but had to settle. With what did not was that his job was already occupied by another guard who does not like cats, and if not mistreated, not let them sneak into the garden. So the poor man sat beside the door with the hope, at least you can glimpse a bit of flower bed, sniffing the fresh scent of the trees or hear the boisterous chirping of the birds every time someone opened the door. He spent much time in that place that came to be famous. Nobody knew why he was curled up next to the gate, was a mystery, but their presence was not lost on visitors who eventually calling it the "gatekeeper." And there is still waiting for the time they can squeeze and enjoy the place he remembers as wonderful.
Note: Thanks to Senior Citizen gave me the photo that inspired this little story.
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