sixtyandaquarter
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I say this was written when I was "five", but in truth it could be any where before the 4th grade, as I have the worse memory in the world. I tend to use a 40 days and 40 nights deal when I say something happened when I was "five". Generally it means in the portion of my life where I remember next to nothing (as I do have the worse memory of anyone I know).
I always loved Aesop's Fables, things like that. And morbid tales with animals like Watership Down - which I probably would have red by that point, or at the least had watched a thousand times (which is why I fear rabbits :x). I was fascinated with frogs and toads, and everyone thought toads were ugly so that's probably why I made it about a toad. I always thought they were cute.
Anyway it was a school assignment, and afterwards from what I am led to understand my teacher called my parents to see if I was getting picked on by the other kids. I don't get it, I never will. If someone figures out why this would be a cause for that, let me know. I'm genuinely curious.
I started correcting grammar and vocabulary - but honestly my grammar/vocab was probably better then. So excuse anything I missed (probably liberal uses of there/they're/their mistakes).
There sat Toad, near his home, when Butterfly and Bee tired of flying both sat on the same flower.
"This flower is beautiful," said Bee, "not much unlike your wings Butterfly. All the more beautiful when up high, where the suns light can reach them clearly."
"Thank you, but you are being too kind." Butterfly beamed.
"No, it's true" remarked Bee, who looked at her own stripes and said, "Wish I the colors of your wings; the colors of this flower."
But Butterfly shook her head. "No," she said, "You are much more beautiful than this flower. All the more beautiful because she depends on you. For with out you, who would spread her pollen?"
This made Toad jealous. He wanted to be beautiful, like the flower. Like Bee. And most like Butterfly. He dreamt of being complimented for his beauty, and in the morning he saw Butterfly come down to rest on that very same flower.
:"Hello," said Toad, "My, your wings are absolutely dazzling!"
Butterfly looked down at Toad, "Why thank you." she said, and nothing more.
Toad, feeling dirty for not having been complimented, looked around. In his sight he saw another flower, one Bee had not gotten to. A flower whose pollen had not been collected by Bee.
And so, he thought, perhaps if I too spread the pollen of a
beautiful flower I might then be beautiful.
Sticking out his long tongue, Toad went to collect the pollen - but stopped suddenly when Butterfly shrieked.
"Oh what an ugly thing!" Butterfly gasped when seeing Toad's tongue. "What in all creation do you think you are doing?!" she questioned disgustedly.
Toad, flabbergasted, merely looked at her in confusion. "I am," he tried to explain, "pollinating."
Butterfly laughed at Toad. "Pollinating? What so ever for? Bee pollinates the most beautiful flowers - and because she is so beautiful the flowers grow to beauty. Will you make our beautiful home ugly by growing ugly flowers with that ugly tongue? she mocked.
Toad, saddened, went home. He did not feel beautiful, and did not want to be company to Butterfly any longer.
He dreamed he was an ugly thing, and that he grew ugly flowers.
In the morning, however, he saw Bee flying high in the sky.
She flew down and landed on that same flower Toad had tried to pollinate the day before. Toad, at first, stayed where he was not wanting to be seen, but then a thought occurred to him.
"Hello Bee," he said, "Aren't you pretty today, with your stripes?"
Bee, charmed, gave a slight bow "Thank you Toad. Yes, yes I am pretty today with my stripes." But she never returned the compliment.
Toad, never the less proceeded with his plan.
"Butterfly sure is pretty, when she is flies high in the sky and the sun sets her wings all aglow, isn't she Bee?"
"But of course Toad." Bee mused, "She may be the most beautiful thing in the sky."
Toad thought, perhaps this was his chance.
"I can reach high, in the sky, like Butterfly too." he said. And with that he leaped, with his strong legs he sent himself threw the air as if he could naturally fly.
Butterfly said nothing, only wrinkled her nose and looked insulted.
"What's wrong?" asked Toad, "Did I not catch the sun right? Was I not beautiful too?"
Bee laughed, "You? Beautiful? Toad, you are an ugly thing to walk on the ground! Too look up at us, the most beautiful, who look down upon you from the sky!"
She continued laughing, and Toad grew angry. He lept home quickly, not wanting to be seen by Butterfly - if she came. He did not want to be taunted, let alone possibly by the both of them.
That night he dreamed of Butterfly and Bee. They were flying above him, beautiful in the sky, and Toad watched them. Admired them. But then they became nasty, and hurled insults at him from above. He couldn't run from them, wherever he went they followed flying, mocking him. Calling him ugly. Reminding him of their superior beauty.
The next morning, Toad reluctantly left his home to go outside into the world.
And it was there he saw Bee and Butterfly, yet again. When they saw him, they both whispered to each other and than laughed.
"Oh, it's you Toad." Butterfly said. "Are you going to pretend to be beautiful today?"
"No." Toad said flatly, "Instead I'm going to eat you instead."
And with that his long tongue lashed threw the air, and caught Butterfly and gobbled her up in front of Bee.
Bee screamed, and went to fly away - but Toad leaped and midair caught her too in his mouth.
Later, before after returning home Toad lay in his bed and dreamed.
He wasn't beautiful, in his dreams, or to no degree that he noticed. He wasn't ugly either - he was simply Toad. Butterfly and Bee were beautiful, but quickly became ugly as they taunted him. They called him ugly, but Toad did not feel ugly, for he saw how ugly they had become. Toad pitied them, for they were truly beautiful once, but had become so very ugly. He did them a favor, and allowed them to never get any uglier - and just as he did before, he ate Butterfly and Bee.
For whatever reason, yes I felt like sharing that. If there was a Toadie message icon to match the Toadie smilie
toadie that could've been cute.
I always loved Aesop's Fables, things like that. And morbid tales with animals like Watership Down - which I probably would have red by that point, or at the least had watched a thousand times (which is why I fear rabbits :x). I was fascinated with frogs and toads, and everyone thought toads were ugly so that's probably why I made it about a toad. I always thought they were cute.
Anyway it was a school assignment, and afterwards from what I am led to understand my teacher called my parents to see if I was getting picked on by the other kids. I don't get it, I never will. If someone figures out why this would be a cause for that, let me know. I'm genuinely curious.
I started correcting grammar and vocabulary - but honestly my grammar/vocab was probably better then. So excuse anything I missed (probably liberal uses of there/they're/their mistakes).
There sat Toad, near his home, when Butterfly and Bee tired of flying both sat on the same flower.
"This flower is beautiful," said Bee, "not much unlike your wings Butterfly. All the more beautiful when up high, where the suns light can reach them clearly."
"Thank you, but you are being too kind." Butterfly beamed.
"No, it's true" remarked Bee, who looked at her own stripes and said, "Wish I the colors of your wings; the colors of this flower."
But Butterfly shook her head. "No," she said, "You are much more beautiful than this flower. All the more beautiful because she depends on you. For with out you, who would spread her pollen?"
This made Toad jealous. He wanted to be beautiful, like the flower. Like Bee. And most like Butterfly. He dreamt of being complimented for his beauty, and in the morning he saw Butterfly come down to rest on that very same flower.
:"Hello," said Toad, "My, your wings are absolutely dazzling!"
Butterfly looked down at Toad, "Why thank you." she said, and nothing more.
Toad, feeling dirty for not having been complimented, looked around. In his sight he saw another flower, one Bee had not gotten to. A flower whose pollen had not been collected by Bee.
And so, he thought, perhaps if I too spread the pollen of a
beautiful flower I might then be beautiful.
Sticking out his long tongue, Toad went to collect the pollen - but stopped suddenly when Butterfly shrieked.
"Oh what an ugly thing!" Butterfly gasped when seeing Toad's tongue. "What in all creation do you think you are doing?!" she questioned disgustedly.
Toad, flabbergasted, merely looked at her in confusion. "I am," he tried to explain, "pollinating."
Butterfly laughed at Toad. "Pollinating? What so ever for? Bee pollinates the most beautiful flowers - and because she is so beautiful the flowers grow to beauty. Will you make our beautiful home ugly by growing ugly flowers with that ugly tongue? she mocked.
Toad, saddened, went home. He did not feel beautiful, and did not want to be company to Butterfly any longer.
He dreamed he was an ugly thing, and that he grew ugly flowers.
In the morning, however, he saw Bee flying high in the sky.
She flew down and landed on that same flower Toad had tried to pollinate the day before. Toad, at first, stayed where he was not wanting to be seen, but then a thought occurred to him.
"Hello Bee," he said, "Aren't you pretty today, with your stripes?"
Bee, charmed, gave a slight bow "Thank you Toad. Yes, yes I am pretty today with my stripes." But she never returned the compliment.
Toad, never the less proceeded with his plan.
"Butterfly sure is pretty, when she is flies high in the sky and the sun sets her wings all aglow, isn't she Bee?"
"But of course Toad." Bee mused, "She may be the most beautiful thing in the sky."
Toad thought, perhaps this was his chance.
"I can reach high, in the sky, like Butterfly too." he said. And with that he leaped, with his strong legs he sent himself threw the air as if he could naturally fly.
Butterfly said nothing, only wrinkled her nose and looked insulted.
"What's wrong?" asked Toad, "Did I not catch the sun right? Was I not beautiful too?"
Bee laughed, "You? Beautiful? Toad, you are an ugly thing to walk on the ground! Too look up at us, the most beautiful, who look down upon you from the sky!"
She continued laughing, and Toad grew angry. He lept home quickly, not wanting to be seen by Butterfly - if she came. He did not want to be taunted, let alone possibly by the both of them.
That night he dreamed of Butterfly and Bee. They were flying above him, beautiful in the sky, and Toad watched them. Admired them. But then they became nasty, and hurled insults at him from above. He couldn't run from them, wherever he went they followed flying, mocking him. Calling him ugly. Reminding him of their superior beauty.
The next morning, Toad reluctantly left his home to go outside into the world.
And it was there he saw Bee and Butterfly, yet again. When they saw him, they both whispered to each other and than laughed.
"Oh, it's you Toad." Butterfly said. "Are you going to pretend to be beautiful today?"
"No." Toad said flatly, "Instead I'm going to eat you instead."
And with that his long tongue lashed threw the air, and caught Butterfly and gobbled her up in front of Bee.
Bee screamed, and went to fly away - but Toad leaped and midair caught her too in his mouth.
Later, before after returning home Toad lay in his bed and dreamed.
He wasn't beautiful, in his dreams, or to no degree that he noticed. He wasn't ugly either - he was simply Toad. Butterfly and Bee were beautiful, but quickly became ugly as they taunted him. They called him ugly, but Toad did not feel ugly, for he saw how ugly they had become. Toad pitied them, for they were truly beautiful once, but had become so very ugly. He did them a favor, and allowed them to never get any uglier - and just as he did before, he ate Butterfly and Bee.
For whatever reason, yes I felt like sharing that. If there was a Toadie message icon to match the Toadie smilie
toadie that could've been cute.