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I will tell you about Midas.
He was a king who loved gold better than anything else.
One day a fairy said to Midas, “You may wish for something, and you shall have your wish.”
“Hurrah!” cried Midas. “I wish that everything I touch may turn into gold. How happy I shall be!”
Poor Midas! He wanted to be rich.
He touched a flower; it changed to solid gold. He touched an apple; it changed to gold.
He tried to drink some water; it changed to gold.
He wished to eat some meat. At his touch, it changed to gold.
At last, the saddest change came. He laid his hand on his little girl’s head. She changed to gold.
Poor King Midas! No flowers, no food, no little girl! Nothing but gold! He sat down and wept. He hated gold. He cared only to have his dear little girl again.
Now came the fairy. “Well, Midas, have you gold enough?” she asked.
The poor king begged her to take away the power of gold making, and to give his child to him again.
His tears fell like rain. They fell on the golden head of his darling child, and she became his own happy little girl once more.
Do you suppose he could ever again care so much for riches?