Just an Insect

Spring Butterfly was flying through the air. She was just returning from a trip to the Atlantic Ocean.

“Oh look,” she heard a familiar voice. “It is my long lost twin sister.”

“What do you want?” asked Spring Butterfly, recognizing the voice of her twin brother, Black Butterfly.

“I just wanted to know where my twin sister was,” said Black Butterfly. “I stopped in but Mother said you had left.”

“You know where I was,” snapped Spring Butterfly. “And, you better not have upset Mother.”

“I would never upset Mother,” said Black Butterfly.

“Just your presence upsets her,” Spring Butterfly muttered under her breath.

“I heard that,” said Black Butterfly. “That wasn’t a very nice thing to say.”

“No,” said Spring Butterfly. “However, you are so evil. I am taking care of Mother and I don’t want her upset. She is getting old and is rather frail now.”

“I know Mother is ill,” said Black Butterfly. “However, it isn’t my fault I am evil. I was born that way. You are the good one in the family.

“You weren’t born evil,” said Spring Butterfly. “You chose to be evil. You always seemed to make the wrong choices when we were growing up.”

“That is okay,” said Black Butterfly. “You are just an insect anyway.”

“My dear twin brother,” said Spring Butterfly. “If I am just an insect, then, so are you, considering you are a butterfly as well. Also, I don’t have time for your foolishness. I am tired and just want to go home to sleep.”

“Fine,” said Black butterfly, smiling to himself, knowing he had gotten under his twin sister’s wings. “I will leave you be.”

“Good,” said Spring Butterfly, flying away.


Moral of this Story:

  • It isn’t nice to call someone a name.
  • Example: Black Butterfly called his twin sister an insect but didn’t realize he had just called himself one as well.

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