The Butterfly and the Moth: a short story

[defenderinfaith]

A butterfly and a moth have a conversation in a bar... The butterfly tells the moth how beautiful the sun is as it warms its wings on wonderful flowers... The moth talks about how wonderful light bulbs are at night and how truly brilliant a candle flame is... So they decide to try out the others idea of beauty... The moth, used to long nights and easy days kind of resents having to get up at dawn... So anyway he pulls himself along until he finds this wonderfully colorful flower beside a small pond... Resting, he let the sun warm his little body and his pale wings, this is great, says the moth, just great, I'll have to thank the butterfly when I see her... Watching little clouds float around in the sky, the moth settles in for a sunny day... a large green frog saw the little moth and wondered where the beautiful butterfly was, so he went over to ask... The moth had never seen anything like the frog and was scared so he flew up to get away... "look out" croaked the frog, but it was to late the dragonfly, snatched up the moth and flew away... oh not thought the frog, what an I going to tell butterfly?... meanwhile...butterfly slept all day and was eager as dusk fell, hardly able to contain her excitement over seeing a candle... a little unsteady at first, butterfly was a little unsure of how to fly at night, but gave it her best try... up into the soft night air, wondering at the coolness of it, unlike her warm sunny days... flying around a bit she was nervous every time there was a noise, nothing knowing what it was... off in the distance a ways there was a small light, not as bright as her sun, thought butterfly, but that must be moth's candle... so she flew closer and closer wondering at how it grew all the time, her sun never grew, but it was never this small... maybe, thought butterfly, it was her sun, and by the time she saw it was big, it was after all a very nice looking light... still not as warm as her sun, but she was still a little ways away yet... as she got closer other funny looking bugs were all over the place, all of them trying to get to the light... maybe it was like her sun, she should get closer, besides her wings were kind of cool... she was awed by the tiny little stick that held the growing light... it was amazing even if it was small... she just had to get closer and closer to it, it was drawing her it was so beautiful... just a little closer she thought, then I'll go land somewhere... just a little bit closer couldn't hurt... the other little bugs were closer so just a little bit more couldn't hurt... she could never get this close to her big sun, it was just too far away... okay she thought just a little closer, you might not want to touch the sun itself... almost, but it was so beautiful, a little closer couldn't hurt... just wait until she told frog about touching the sun... closer and closer the butterfly flew, she could fell a little warmth from it, a little closer would be okay... the other bugs shrieked in surprise as the large butterfly disappeared into a puff of fire and smoke... and that is the story of the moth and the butterfly...