bedtime story with a moral
Two little beetles flew over one mountain after another. By evening, they were ready to find a place to spend the night. “Look, there’s a fern growing by the river,” one little beetle said. “I’ll go and ask if we can rest there for the night.”
The little fern readily agreed to the beetle’s request, saying, “Tell me about the interesting things you encountered on your journey.”
“My companion really has no taste,” the other little beetle thought disdainfully. “He actually chose an insignificant weed! I must find a better place. I want to rest on a rose tree. Roses are beautiful and fragrant. How wonderful it would be to spend the night there!”
This little beetle decisively flew away. He found a rose tree in full bloom. “May I stay here for the night? I’ve flown a long way and am utterly exhausted,” the little beetle pleaded.
“I am the king of flowers. Normally, I shouldn’t let beetles stay on me,” the rose tree said haughtily. “But since you’ve flown such a long way to get here, I can’t just chase you away. If you can be quiet and not disturb anyone, you can stay.”
The little beetle nodded in gratitude and flew to a branch of the rose tree. He was very proud to rest in such a good place and planned to tell his companion all about it the next morning to make him jealous.
But the next morning, just as the sun peeked over the horizon, the little beetle was rudely awakened. He opened his eyes to see a person standing in front of the rose tree. “These roses will surely fetch a good price!” the person said. He took out a large knife and cut down all the branches of the rose tree. The panicked little beetle quickly spread his wings and flew away in a fluster. “I never expected that staying on a noble rose tree would be so dangerous.”
The little beetle reluctantly flew back to the fern by the river. “Hey, buddy,” the still-frightened little beetle shouted as soon as he saw his companion. “Can I come over to your place?” “Come on over. There’s plenty of space here. It’s quiet and comfortable!” his companion replied.
The little beetle gratefully flew over to the fern. He no longer wanted to look for any rose trees.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
