Butterfly

“What is wrong with me? Is my stomach ill?” asked the butterfly.
 
Inside you, my lovely butterfly, there is a small village named Moon. In this village many years ago there was a little girl with big blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her name was Selena. Every morning she went on the shore of the largest lake to say her poem:

                        Im small girl
                        Normal girl
                        Not too poor
                        Dont have pearls.
                        And this normal life
                        Doesnt give me love    

Then she watched her image on the lakes crystal water and if it didnt tremble she was beginning to cry. Selena wanted something new every day: a new face, a new shape on the lakes surface, a new sky, but everything remained the same.
One day after she had said her poem the wind began blow so strong in her face that Selena fell down on her back. The water started to overwhelm her body. Her image in the water and her physical body both melted into one. The sea shells witnessed her lifeless body and also started to cry. Thousands of pearls swam nearby her body and began to lift it up. When she came back to life her body laid on an island of pearls. She woke up with this life lesson - if you want something new, you have to fall down first.
***

Selena knew that in Moon there were many butterflies. Some of them lived around flowers, others  around women. Every year on 8th of March butterflies made a spectacle over the big forest meadow. A half of them talked about the straightness of the flowers and how they were doing same things every day and the other half reported about womens spontaneous nature. However, their conversations were always filled with prejudices.
“They are quite stupid,” said the second butterfly group; “We settle on them, but they dont produce pollen and even worse  they push us!”
“They dont produce pollen?” amazed the other part. The flowers do, but they are very pragmatic and boring”.
Meanwhile Selena plucked strawberries on the same meadow.
“Look, its just another blonde,” said one of butterflies.
“Yes, the blondes dont produce pollen we are sure in that,” said one green butterfly.
“Dont produce Dont produce Dont produce,” repeated all butterflies.
But we may ask her about girls who live in different cities. Here we see only blondes and they dont produce pollen,” said the green one.
Dont produce Dont produce Dont produce”.
Lets ask her!”
“Lets… Lets… Lets”.
Apparently the butterflies like to repeat.
When they came nearby her and saw her red mouth they became immense:
Why do you eat OUR strawberries on OUR meadow?”
“What?”
Just another blonde This is OUR meadow, do you understand?”
No! I come here every Friday and eat strawberries. Who are you?” said Selena.
We are the butterflies!”
I dont know what the butterflies is!?”
   You dont know us!?”
They became angrier and began to bite her, but she began to hit them with her long hair. More of the butterflies were smashed, but one of them, the green one, got in Selenas mouth and settled down in her stomach.
Every year on 8th of March the green butterfly flew in her stomach and she had stomachache. She decided to name this day Womens day, because she wanted to have excuse not working. But sometimes the butterfly flew in on different days and times  maybe when she fell in love, maybe when she shed tears. Despite their prejudices butterflies really understood womens feelings, not like us.   

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On the biggest hill of the country there was a lonely piano. No one knew who put it there nor why and almost no one went there because the people in Moon didnt like music. Selena was like everyone else, but now she had a butterfly in her stomach well, lets say that the butterflies are sassy.
No, I dont want to go there,” said Selena.
Yes you will or I will”
Or you will do what?”
I will die and you will become a boring girl,” said the butterfly.     
I dont want to be boring.”
But you will be.”
No!”
Yes!”
Die if you want!” said Selena angrily.
The butterflies are very proud. It died. The first couple of days she was fine, but suddenly her beautiful blonde hair began to fall apart and she had no idea what to do.
Im not just boring now, Im ugly,” said Selena and started to weep. To beat the ugliness a woman should climb on every hill, they said, and she went there.
Am I ugly?” ask Selena.
Yes!” said the piano.
Are you sure?”
Yes or Can you play on me?” ask the piano.
No, I cant!”
Yes, I am sure of that!”
  “Why only the musicians are beautiful?”
The butterflies are too!”
You are stupid, as I thought,” said Selena.
Relax this is normal. Im one selfish piano and youre one selfish girl, we are the same, but the equals cannot play on each other,” said the piano.
I am not here to playing; I just want someone to tell me what I should do with my hair.
Lay on my keyboard and when the wind comes to plays on me it will give you a new hair.”
What will the wind play?” asked Selena.
“It will be Elegie’ by Rachmaninoff especially for you.”
But how does it know Im here?”
It always knows!”
Selena laid down on this black and white bed and watched the sky. The moon was about to rise.
 
***

Look at her, said the piano.
She is a piece of perfection! Who is she? asked the wind.
She is a girl who wants her hair back. 
I have a great collection of hair but I dont want to share it with her. The only thing I can do for her is to make her fly,” said the wind and started blowing.

So, when Selena flies you have stomachache, my dear butterfly. Do you understand now - asked I.
Why are you on my meadow?  said the butterfly and started biting me. 

THE END