Un fantasma de arroz / A rice ghost

There was a box black, abandone inside it had, good brand brown rice, a very precious crop. I paid no attention to it and left without mediation, the rice rose grew and grew, until it became a ghost.
A rice ghost, that walks without restraint, when someone sees it pass by, prosperity comes to him and a cookie he finds in his walk. A friendly ghost, a being full of whole grains, synonymous with prosperity that will bring you good things and you won't scream out of fright.

Créditos
Stopmotion y cuento original de
Margarita Palomino