THE SPIDER AND THE BUTTERFLY

THE SPIDER AND THE BUTTERFLY There was once a beautiful forest, full of trees, flowers and animals. The tops of the pine trees almost touching the clouds and strawberries and raspberries perfumed the air that smelled of moss and wet leaves. Of all the inhabitants of the forest, the spider was the most famous personalities. The canvases that built with its delicate silk were real masterpieces! A lace-wire, dense and intricate as a precious brocade, decorated the branches and shrubs and the dew of dawn there rested mild, as pearl necklace on silver wires. Every animal that passed in front of the beautiful works of the spider, he would stop in awe to admire. The reputation of the artist came to the colorful butterfly, star of the forest next door. Deer and rabbits, and told him the skill of arachnid, so annoyed and jealous, the butterfly flew up to the spider to challenge him: "Ugly hairy beast-addressed him angry- you boast of being the best of all with the silk, and with designs and hatches. But my wings are much more beautiful and colorful canvas of every thing you've ever done! " So he is saying, the hovered close, making him admire the arabesques that decorated the beautiful wings. The spider admired the colors and designs and then said: "It 's true ... you have wings very beautiful ... but I challenge you. Next year I will do a painting so special and unique that will beat the colors and designs of the new wings you get. " The butterfly sneered: "So be it! I accept the challenge! " He walked away gracefully sure to win. A year passed, and the butterfly with a beautiful pair of new wings, blue and red, returned to the forest, looking for the magnificent paintings of spider. But how to fly and go back and forth, he found neither the spider nor his masterpieces. Several hours passed and the Butterfly, began to tire of trying. At one point, as he gazed at the top some branches of a fir tree, you were not aware of a few strands of silk and went to slam against, of course by remaining entangled. Furious and frightened, trying to free it more stirred more wires coiled around the wings. The butterfly was shouting and swearing, when calm and seraphic, down the spider hanging from a silk thread. "Spider lousy-she screamed the butterfly- deliver me immediately! You're so cowardly as not wanting to compete with me! Look at my beautiful wings! They are much more beautiful than this small and miserable canvas. You lost the race, insect repellent ... because only this you are! A disgusting insect repellent! " The spider laughed, with your mouth, "Dear butterfly ... you lost! You boasted of your beauty that you no merit, while I am the creator of my wonderful paintings. I made a small and simple because I was sure that you would not have even noticed. But you're finished inside. Those who have no merit, proud of what they are and what they have, they do not notice the beauty of the work of others, even when we slam the nose. They do not usually have a happy ending. " And then, with one bite, he devoured butterfly, enjoying the wings as a dessert.