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There once was a moth who wished he was a butterfly. One reason for this was that he couldn't help but fall in love with butterflies over and over again. Whenever he saw a beautiful butterfly, he would get closer to her and display all his best qualities in the hopes that he would one day be thought worthy. Unfortunately the responses to his displays were usually the same:

"You're such a beautiful moth. I know that one day you'll find a wonderful moth that will love you."

The only thought that persisted in the moth's mind however was "Why can't I be loved by a butterfly? Why can't I be a butterfly?"

So this cycle for the moth continued a while longer. He fell for the beautiful butterflies that only fell for other butterflies. That is until one day, after yet another denial, he flew into an angry fit.

"Ok, that's it!" he yelled. "If you don't want me, I'm leaving the world of butterflies forever!"

And so he left. All by himself, he began roaming around looking for another world, one just as beautiful but much more accepting.

He found his way to the world of the birds and the bees and stayed a while. Of course he only ended up hearing the same things.

"You're such a beautiful moth. I know that one day you'll find a wonderful moth that will love you."

He left. He eventually made his way to the sea and saw that there were plenty of fish in it. Again, it ended up the same.

"You're such a beautiful moth. I know that one day you'll find a wonderful moth that will love you."

He couldn't take it anymore. He flew from the sea in a frenzy, going this way and that, until his body could no longer take it and he came crashing into the ground. He just laid there on the ground and began to cry. And then he slept.

When he awoke, there was an owl looking at him curiously. When the owl saw that the moth had finally come to, he posed the moth a question: "Just what are you doing on the ground and in the dirt, my dear moth?"

"Well owl, I went from the world of butterflies to the world of birds and bees. From there I went to see the plenty of fish in the sea. But nowhere I went could I find love. I was no butterfly, nor a bird, nor a bee. Though there were plenty of fish in the sea, there were none for me. So I flew and flew till I could fly no more and crashed here on this very spot where you have found me. That is my story, owl."

The owl thought over what he had just heard and decided to pose another question: "So why did you never fly to the world of moths?"

The moth had a look of shame on his face but finally built up the courage to answer: "Well the world of butterflies was just so beautiful. I wanted so badly to be a part of it. When that didn't work out I had remembered hearing the story of the birds and the bees somewhere, so I went there. When that also failed, someone told me that there were plenty of fish in the sea, so I set out for that destination. But when that proved to be a fruitless search, I could no longer contain my anger and flew like mad. Now I have crashed here...and in the process have broken my wings. I can no longer go to the world of moths."

Tears began to well up in the moth's eyes, but the owl had a suggestion: "What if I let you make use of my wings? I can help you get where you need to go."

The moth was shocked by such a kind gesture. "That is very kind of you owl, but that is simply too much to ask! The journey would take much too long. There is no way you could carry me the whole way!"

But the owl quickly replied "It's okay. In your journey to this point you have already secured your trip back. I will fly you to the sea, where there are plenty of fish willing to get you across. Once across, you shall be nourished by the honey of the bees and the birds shall take you as far as the world of butterflies. Once you have returned to the butterflies, they shall mend your wings making them more beautiful than they were at the start of your journey. Then, my kind moth, you shall be able to go onwards to the world of moths. Where you belong."

The tears surged forth from the moth's eyes, but these were those of happiness. "I don't know what to say, owl. I have been such a fool up until now. I grew angry at those I befriended in many worlds, yet they are all still willing to get me to where I need to be. It's too much..."

The owl looked down at the sobbing moth with gentle eyes, and with an equally gentle voice said, "You need only to accept this kindness being given to you, moth. It is not being offered without reason. So don't allow it to go to waste, and lets be on our way."

"Yes," the moth finally said in exuberant acceptance, "let's be on our way!"

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A kind word that is honest and heartfelt can go a long way...



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