Once upon a time there was a ladybug that didn’t like her spots. There were two on the left and one on the right. The one on the right was too low for her liking and the two on the left seemed much too far apart. It bothered her to no end. It even kept her up at night. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and flew up to the tree tops…to the home of mother nature.
“Mother Nature…I beseech you! Please fix these spots!”
Mother nature looked upon the small ladybug and smiled. “What is wrong with your spots?”
The ladybug frowned a buggy frown as she spoke, “Isn’t it obvious, they are hideous!”
Mother Nature smiled once more and said, “your spots are what makes you special, without them you would not be you.”
“I would rather be spotless than live with these imperfections!” The ladybug yelled out.
“Very well,” Mother Nature replied, waving her hand over the little bug…turning her into a small bird.
Two days later the little bird was quite upset, she hated her feathers. The feathers on her right wing seemed longer than the feathers on her left. It bothered her to no end. It even kept her up at night. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and flew up to the tree tops…to the home of mother nature.
Mother nature smiled at the little bird and asked her how she was doing?
“Terrible, can’t you see?” The little bird replied.
“I see a little bird, one of the creatures I love so much in my forest.” Mother nature replied.
“But I am hideous!” The bird exclaimed.
Mother nauture frowned a bit at the little creature, “how so?”
“Look at me…my feathers are all crooked and mismatched!”
Mother nature sighed at the worried little bird.
“I would rather have no feathers than live this way!” The bird yelled.
“Very well,” Mother nature said, waving her hand and turning the bird into a fox.
A few days passed and the fox was angrier than ever. Her coat was completely the wrong colour. The right side was a darker red than the left and her tail was not bushy enough. It bothered her to no end. It even kept her up at night. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore and climbed up to the tree tops…to the home of mother nature.
Mother Nature did not smile when she saw the fox. She did not greet the fox as she had before. She silently waited for the creature to start its ranting.
The fox did not disappoint, “I can not live with this coat,” the fox exclaimed!
“Very well,” Mother nature said, waving her hand the fox disappeared from the forest, never to be seen again.
So I wrote this wanting to have a feel of the old fables I was read as a child…they do not necessarily have happy endings but always had a moral.