The butterfly and the Chrysalis

 

I go by the name of Florence, Florence the ant, yes, I am very small, and I have done

many things. I was walking down a forest trail, looking up at the golden sun, who's beams

spotted down on the trail, being covered by leaved when suddenly, a weird peculiar thing

was in front of me, I came up close, and looked inside, but nothing in it, could it hide?

Until I saw which scared me so, a tiny worm like creature, fat and curled up in this shell,

“Dear sir, how do you live? You poor poor creature, I can walk and run and go up trees,

while you hide about in your tiny shell, with your fat body barely fitting.” but I really

didn’t pity him, I only just judged, so walking away with one great laugh, I headed home. 

The next day I passed the same trail, dew drops splashing down, until I came to that

shell… but wait I see nothing in it, a tiny door was cut open, I looked about, calling the

creature, until I heard the beating of wings behind me, I turned my head to see a

magnificent butterfly which said with a soft voice, “You called me pitiful, and said how

you could go places, well now that has changed, for you are stuck on the earth, while I can

up high, so take back your boasting, and never do it again.” then with one great swoop,

the butterfly was off, and I sat there more sad then ever, I had wronged this great

creature, but how could I forget? I learned my lesson, and NEVER did it again.