The Butterfly

Once upon a time, a butterfly wanted to fall in love. It looked at other butterflies and decided they were not pretty enough. Besides, the butterflies did not sit still. He did not want to fall in love with another butterfly. He wanted to love the prettiest flower. The problem was that he could not decide which flower he should love.

He had seen a boy pulling out the petals of a daisy and saying “She loves me…. She loves me not….She loves me….She loves me not….” Therefore, the butterfly thought that daisies could tell him his fortune perhaps. He asked a daisy, but it did not reply. It simply stood there silently. So, he went around looking at various flowers to choose the right one.
He found the crocuses and snowdrops very pretty, but they were too young for him! The violets were very attractive, but they had a very strong fragrance. The tulips were lovely, but they were far too bright and they looked very showy. The apple blossoms and roses were beautiful, but he had seen the wind shaking the plants and blow their petals away.

Just then, he noticed the delicate pink and white blossom of the sweet pea. But as he went near it, he saw a withered brown petal of a withered sweet pea blossom hanging on a pod. “That’s my sister,” said the pink and white sweet pea blossom. ‘Oh, dear!” thought the butterfly, ‘Is that what it looks like when it is old? I don’t wish to marry something that will look so dreadful when it grows old!”
He spent the whole of spring, summer and autumn looking for the right flower. But he was so choosy that he did not find it. Whenever he saw a flower, he would always find a reason why he could not select it. He was thoroughly confused and perplexed.

In winter, the butterfly found the weather very chilly. It was also very windy and wet. One day, he saw a glowing window and flew towards it. Looking in, he saw a room with a large fire in the fireplace. People were sitting around the fire and everyone seemed warm and comfortable.
He flew in at the window tempted by the fire and the warmth. One of the boys in the room saw the lovely coloured butterfly fluttering against the window and was charmed by it.
The boy in the room caught him and pinned his wings on a board. Now he was still, like a flower on a stalk. But he had been very foolish.

He could see his own beauty reflected in the glass frame. “I kept looking at beauty in the flowers,” he sighed, “I was free to fly around anywhere I wished and was so happy. I never realised that happiness lies in being free!” He was made to watch his own reflected beauty.

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