Once upon a time there was a friendly, joyful dwarf. And this particular dwarf lived in the hollow of an old magical tree. A long time ago the tree gave the dwarf a magic book that could fulfill his every wish. The dwarf was very excited and for a long time he brought happiness to himself and the loved ones around him with the book’s help. But one day, his neighbor, the hedgehog came to his tree house to borrow the book. The dwarf was so kind and pure at heart that gave it to him, so the hedgehog grabbed the book and disappeared. Many days have passed and the hedgehog didn’t come to return the dwarf’s book. After having past nine days the dwarf decided to go to the hedgehog’s den. He knocked at the door and the hedgehog’s wife answered and asked him if she can be of any help. The dwarf told her his story. She started crying saying that the hedgehog disappeared many nights before but left his magic book behind. The dwarf happily took his book back and started his journey back home, but when he got there he discovered the book lost its sparkle and magic powers. He tried in any way possible to give its beauty back but all seemed in vain.
You cannot borrow happiness. It mirrors itself into the past and hides into the future. If you are wondering what happened to the dwarf, the only thing I know for sure is that for a long time, each morning the dwarf woke up to polish his once magic book into the rays of the sun hoping that he will get it to spark again.