STORIES 


STORIES

The Blue Butterfly

 

The sun began to appear on the horizon as the blue butterfly broke free of the cocoon. Thrilled to have her wings open for the very first time, she flew all day. Flapping her wings intensely, she wanted to extend the sense of freedom after months metamorphosing in the cocoon, as she turned from caterpillar to butterfly. Only when the stars began to turn on their lights, did she land and rested.

At the sunrise, she took off once again. Enthusiastic about the freedom she had gained, she wanted to fly a little further; and so she did for a few days.

She flew over the river and saw its crystalline waters, she entered the thick forest and savored tasty fruits. Then she flew even farther, discovered a nook of delicate flowers and tasted its nectar.

The blue butterfly was enchanted by the beauty of that place. There were landscapes so different, but equally fascinating. Then, she decided to return to each one of them.

But to her surprise, some animals when they saw her, each in its own way, welcomed her. As she approached the river, a goldfish jumped out of the water and waved its tail, greeting the butterfly. In the thick woods, a jaguar cub purred softly and held out its paw in reverence. And in the nook of delicate flowers, a hummingbird flew around in rapture.

Flattered, she flapped her beautiful blue wings even faster and circled them around with little pirouettes in the air, in kindness of her new friends. Naive, she did not understand why she was so reverent; after all, she was just a butterfly, she thought!

In fact, she was the most beautiful of all in that region and her sparkling blue color was rare to find. Therefore, whenever a new blue butterfly appeared, many animals showed enchantment for its beauty and delicacy.

What the blue butterfly did not know either was that all that beauty would soon be over. And none of her friends dared tell her that, despite her rare beauty, her life would be so brief.

The Adventures of Mr. Duke

 

Mr. Duke is almost a lord. With a long muzzle and slender body, it looks like its true Dalmatian strain in the poised and rigid posture of a hunter. But, effortlessly, he demonstrates his maternal heritage as a mutt by escaping through a small crack in the gate to gain the freedom of the street for a few hours. This is one of his favorite adventures.

Besides being almost a lord and an experienced runaway, Mr. Duke is also very intelligent and likes to tell his stories himself.

_Hello guys! Believe me, my grandmother is telling the truth. I really am a smart dog, but I’m also nice, playful and I love a trick. So, let’s go to one of them.

A long time ago we lived in a small farmhouse, where there were many trees and good soil to dig. There were also many free birds there singing on the windowsill; there were crickets, cicadas, geckos and lizards. But the hours went by slowly… Boring as I felt, I soon sought a distraction and, most of the time, I found one.

Grandma loved the geckos, I preferred the lizards. I found it amazing to look for the hiding lizards, and when I found them, I made them run to hide again. It was good fun! One day however, I overdid it a little. I found a stout lizard that measured well over a foot. I thought to myself – I’m going to play with him for many hours!

I put the lizard to run and the animal obviously ran in fear because I was already very big. He ran around the yard for a long time. Since he could not find a hole where to hide, he suddenly stopped, still motionless, froze.

I thought the poor thing had died and I was so terrified that I started throwing him up in the air in an attempt to revive him. I did this for few times, until I heard my grandmother shout: Dukeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Don´t do that, or you’ll kill the poor guy!

I was so frightened by the cry of my grandmother that I dropped the lizard to the ground.
 Is it not that the darned creature was alive? He ran off like a rocket and must be hiding until today, because I have never seen him again in the yard.

The fun was good but the lesson I learned was even better. Never underestimate an opponent for his size, as his cleverness may surprise you!


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Created by Laura Richelle
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