My dear beloved customers,
In my last posts, you discovered “Flasp”, my children book about difference and uniqueness:
Today is the grand finale! I hope you’ll enjoy it!
Part 7
The bug flew back under a tree at the edge of the meadow, landed on a patch of moss and started to cry.
After a while, it sensed a silent presence by its side. It lifted its gaze to see a huge brown creature with long antennas and large folded legs along its body.
“Are you OK?”
The creature’s voice seemed old and a little hoarse but filled with kindness.
“I guess” replied the bug.
“What happened to you?”
The bug related to the creature the whole story of its day since the moment it was born .
“I see. So you tell me that you are one of a kind, that the others think you are weird and reject you because you don’t look exactly like them?”
“I guess so.”
And after a little while, the bug asked:
“Do you know what I am?”
“Is it important for you to know what you are?”
“Yes. I won’t feel as lonely that way.”
“OK. So let’s see. You look like a fly but your collar reminds me of a kind of wasp living around here, not very nice ones either so you don’t want to get too close to them… So you could be... a flasp.”
“A flasp?” repeated the bug, “I like that. And what are you?”
“I am a cricket. My name is Rubby because, when it gets hot I feel joyous and I make music by rubbing my rear legs against each other. If you stay with me for a little while, you might get to hear it.”
“Gee! That sounds cool! Do you really think I am one of a kind?”
The cricket smiled and looked at the meadow up ahead.
“Do you see those spots of colors flying around the flowers?
“Yes.”
“They’re called butterflies. You would think that those bearing the same colors are identical but, in truth, they are all one of a kind. Their colors are never exactly the same, their dots not at the exact same spots but you have to really want to look at them carefully to see it, otherwise, you won’t be able to see the difference. And it works the same way with every species on Earth. Most individuals look alike and, yet, they are all beautiful one of a kind creatures if you care enough to get to know them. So, you see, you are not alone. What’s your name by the way?”
“Weirdo.” answered the bug proudly.
The two newly friends stayed a long time side by side contemplating in silence the changing colors of the meadow as the sun was taking its stroll in the sky towards the top of the trees. When dusk’s shadow began to caress the landscape, Rubby started to play its music, joined by its brothers all around the meadow in a serenade that ended the perfect first day of a perfect unique bug.
Please let me know in the comments if you enjoyed the whole story, my recordings and if you would read that story to your kids.
I’ll start to look for a children book publisher for my english version within the next few weeks. If you happen to know one that could be interested, even only by name, I would be very so grateful if you could share it with me in the comments or in DM.
Lots of love,
Geay
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