Once upon a time, there was a little boy who couldn't stop crying. No one knew why he cried, even himself seemed to have forgotten. The only thing that was clear was the he would cry in the morning and in the night, he would cry while being asleep. Tears were constantly running down his face. His parents had tried everything, but nothing would calm him down. Their house was always flooded, and they had already resigned to it.
The little boy cried so much that a small river was born from his house, it was the first river of the world, salty as his tears. The more the boy cried, the wider the river grew, splitting the small town in two. In no time people needed a boat to cross the river, after that they had to move their houses further apart. And the boy kept crying.
As he grew up his tears became also larger, a small sea had started forming in a valley were the river went down to die. The sea soon became an ocean and new animals started to inhabit it. And no one knew why the boy cried.
The people from the town tried to stop him from crying by all means, but nothing could ever calm him down. One day, a girl form another place appeared in the town, curious to see the boy that had formed the rivers, the seas and the oceans. She went to his place and asked to talk to him. With her feet wet she presented herself in front of him.
-Why are you crying?-she asked.
-Because I'll never have the moon.
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