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An ancient legend tells that in a time of great heat the great snowy mountain lost its blanket of snow, and with it all its joy. Its streams dried up, its pines died, and the mountain was covered with a sad gray rock.

The Moon, then always full and bright, wanted to help her good friend. And since he had a lot of heart but very little brain, he could not think of anything other than to make a hole in its base and blow gently, so that a small part of the magical white powder that gave it its shine fell on the mountain in the form of soft snow.

Once opened, no one could cover that hole. But the Moon didn't care. She kept blowing and, after several nights emptying herself, lost all her white powder. Without him it was so empty that it seemed invisible, and the nights became completely dark and sad. The mountain, saddened, wanted to return the snow to her friend.

But since it was impossible to make it snow upwards, it caught fire inside until it became a volcano. His fire transformed the snow into dense white smoke that rose to the moon, filling it a little every night, until it was completely round and bright again.

He was traveling in the hope of finding another mountain ready to turn into a volcano, when he discovered a town that urgently needed his magic. She didn't have the strength to stop her generous heart, and she blew on them, filling them with happiness until she turned off herself.

It seemed that the moon would not shine again but, like the mountain, the grateful people also found a way to make it snow upwards. Just like the following did, and the following, and the following ... And so, each month, the Moon is generously distributed around the world until it disappears, knowing that in a few days your friends will find a way to fill it with light again.