The Wolf and the Butterfly
A gorgeous butterfly painted in mesmerizingly beautiful colors that were a mix of yellow, brown and orange was welcomingly soaring through the warm green jungle. A gray wolf was watching her with pleased eyes while silently lying on the soft green grass. Sometimes the butterfly flew so close to the wolf that he'd be able to hear the wondrous flaps of her wings and from time to time she would even land on his rough fur. At those moments the wolf would do his best to freeze trying to extend the moment for at least a tenth of a second and at the same time turn on all his senses to the max hoping to get most out of experiencing this astounding creature. While doing that, the wolf sometimes instinctively turned one of his ears up or made a silent sniff which would make the butterfly fly away, but the wolf would still be lying down in the same spot waiting for the little fairy to once again grant him with the gift of her presence.
Time passed, yet the wondrous pixie wouldn't come back so the wolf waited....and waited. Time passed and the welcoming green wood turned into dead white fields filled with naked willow trees. Time passed...and passed. Yet the wolf was still waiting, lying down in the same spot. The wolf lay in mud, the wolf lay in snow, the wolf lay in rain and then...he just lay.
He lay until it was once again a beautiful day. A beautiful day with prosperous voices of singing birds once again filling the light air through which hundreds of colorful butterflies playfully soared. Together they all created a breathtaking gamut of colors.
Out of those hundreds, one yellow flew right through the spot where the wolf lay. The butterfly stopped and softly landed on what once used to be the nose of a furry animal. Right at that moment every flower growing out of him turned her way with the pleasant breeze accompanying them as if trying to turn on all their senses so that they get the max out of experiencing this astounding creature.
Edited by Mr. Jack
