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I have changed the title a little. I united two of the titles.

The clumsy witch (who cried golden tears)

Once upon a time, there lived a little girl.
She lived together with her her mom and her granny in a little house nearby a beautiful lake, outside the city.

The house, surrounded by a garden, was just a small house but very comfortable and cozy. In the garden grew thousands of different flowers and there lived butterflies and birds lived there, too.

The girl loved the birds, butterflies, and flowers. She was a happy child.
The girl was not like the other girls her age. She was a witch by birth because her mom and her grandma were also witches.
The girl did not know that she was a witch though much of what happened was very strange, incomprehensible, and confusing to her.  
She was a smart and happy girl, always friendly to everyone. The only problem, she was a little clumsy in her movements. She tripped even over her own feet. At school, the kids laughed at her clumsiness.

Always, when the children laughed, the little girl became very sad and many tears poured out of her big blue eyes like a fountain and ran over her cheeks.

One day, there was a feast at the school. The little girl helped to set the table and to serve the food and beverages. She carried a bowl of lemonade with cut fruit.
She fell again, just at the moment she wanted to put the bowl on the table.
All of the kids were sitting around the table, the contents of the bowl landed over a boy's head.

Everyone laughed. The little girl ran away, very ashamed and sad.

On the way home, she noticed how her tears made sounds on the paving stones as if they would play a melody.
She wiped her eyes and then, suddenly, she saw tiny pearls on her hands; they were pure gold.
She was surprised and speechless. Then, the girl remembered a fairytale that her granny always told her in the evenings before she went to sleep. But this figure from the fairytale was a witch, and her tears have been sparkling little diamonds.

"I am not a witch," thought the girl. She stopped crying, picked up the golden pearls, put them into the pocket of her dress, and ran home as fast as the wind.

When she reached the house, she was excited and confused. Her mom already knew what had happened. It was time to reveal to her daughter the secret of all the female family members. All of them were witches.
All of them have to follow one single condition.
To do only good things and not to use their magic of evil or even selfish things. And never could they tell everyone their secret. If they didn't follow the rules, they would lose their magical power.

"Now are you a right witch," said the mother and with the time you will get much more power. Your clumsiness is over from now on. No one will longer tease you or laugh at you any longer."

"But then I have no reason to cry," said the little witch. "If I can't cry, I can't get golden tears anymore. I would like to give the gold to the school. The roof needs repairing, and we need new sports and play tools."

"Don't worry. You also can cry when you are happy. But you have to pay attention that no one sees your golden tears." said the mother and she smiled at her daughter.

The next day, the little witch went to the school with self-confidence.
In the previous evening, she has packed all the tiny golden pearls into a little linen bag.
The pearls jingled in the pocket of her dress. The little witch looked around. No one saw her when she put the linen bag into the mailbox of her school.
Nobody knew who had donated the gold.

The school got a new roof, and the children got new sports tools and plays.
The little witch had lost her clumsiness, and no one laughed at her anymore.
She was very responsible for her magic power and did many good things. She only smiled when people were happy if they found some golden pearls in their mailboxes when they need help.