The butterfly could not fly.

That butterfly was like all the butterflies. Her body was long and slender. His antennae were moving from side to side nervously. Their wings had beautiful colors: green, blue, yellow, orange and red. Powders had a golden glow that was when he played a sunbeam.

At first glance, nothing different from the others and yet it was different: I could not fly ...

When they left the cocoon, after an arduous effort, the butterflies began to flutter from one side to another, intoxicated by the warm air around them, drunk with happiness.

She did not, stayed on the ground, with low wings, looking at them. His whole being asked to rise and go with her sisters. But I could not ... A huge weight tied her down and prevented him from going back.

A dull pain blocked his chest and he could hardly breathe. I wanted to fly but I knew that it was not possible. Its wings hung at his sides as beautiful ornaments, but useless.

Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks, falling on his wings and made them shine even more.

A butterfly came, happy to live and said enthusiastically:

- Come with us. This is beautiful!

- I will not. I prefer to look. So I have fun ...

The butterfly looked at her curiously but his other companions called and flew

graciously to them.

How long is the time when there is suffering! He felt that the minutes were hours and was stopped in time.

He did not realize that an ugly green frog was approaching with the obvious intention to dinner. When I was already beside him, hugging her. She felt so alone and thanked the company and inadvertently smiled.

The frog's tongue was already widespread, he was so surprised that she closed her mouth, keeping its long tongue.

She looked and saw his great body covered with blotches and warts, he saw only one to be breaking his loneliness.

- Lord - he said - in a trembling voice - "You alone?

The frog looked at her blankly. He saw the tears that hung from his wings and felt sadness.

- Was walking around and I saw - said in a faltering voice. He cleared his throat.

- My sisters out there, flying for the first time.

- Why are not you with them?

- I can not fly. I want ... but I can not ... I can not.

- Why?

- I do not know ...

- You have fear. Fear paralyzes you. Do not believe in your own strength and if you do not try you'll never know if they're capable.

- What if I can not?

- If you can not, you can not. - The toad replied sullenly. - But I want to know.

- Wait.

The butterfly stood up, spread his wings, fluttered and his body rose to the top.

What a pleasure! He could fly! The sky stretched and was hers. The joy seized. I was happy. She greeted him with a gracious bow and shouted:

- Thanks!

The frog looked at her until she disappeared and then moved on. I felt something strange in the chest. An unknown but also warmth stomach ached with hunger.

- I hope that if I find something to eat, not talk to me.

He found nothing, not a bug ... resignation hungry and went to sleep.

That night he dreamed of fairies and butterflies, beautiful forests ... and was happy ...

Is the butterfly? The butterfly took some trees in front and took several hits but no matter. They are the blows of life lived ...