As on every first day of the month, the door to the school opened and an old man stepped in. He walked purposefully towards a small, cozy room that he knew only too well.
Without hesitation, he stepped through the door, lit a few candles, and took a seat in a large leather armchair.
Shortly afterwards, children rushed in and made themselves comfortable on cushions.
"You know what?" Said the old man, sighing softly. “I have been coming to this school for many years and tell the most beautiful stories I know. But today I can\"t think of any more. I\"ve told everything I know I just don\"t want to think of anything new. "
The children got big eyes and began to whisper to each other until a girl got up and sat down next to the armchair.
“Then it is our turn now. We tell the stories that we particularly liked about you. "
From that day on, the storyteller listened to the children.