The Legend of the Pearl

Once upon a time, t here was a philander who was so reprehensible and solitary that he did not indirect request to live anymore. As he s alsod, precise depressed, on the sea-shore, thinking just about the uselessness of his life, he heard a soft, exculpate articulate beside him. Good morning. Who are you? The voice asked. Im a butterfly, but who are you? A speaking stone? I dont entrust it The voice replied. Im not a stone. Im a showcase, an oyster Im a living creation just wish well you are. Would you like to be my friend? The butterfly asked. I induct no friends, and Im very unhappy because nonexistence fares me. I want to die in the sea. I dont want you to die, said the shell. I am just as lonely and sad as you, and I too have neer known what it is like to be loved, but, now that you are here neither of us is alone. Stay with me, be my winged prince and tell me all about the things that you have seen in the world things that the eye of a daughter-of-the sea will never see. The butterfly stayed at the shells side and they grew to love each other, more than anyone could ever imagine.The butterfly had collected all the colours in the world in his travel and he gave them, as a bouquet, to his sweetheart, while the shell gave, as her gift from the sea, all the dim whispers of the deep. Their joy was short-lived, as butterflies have a shorter lifespan than shells, and when the butterfly died, the shell buried him in the sand. Then she cried and cried so such(prenominal) that she died of her sadness, and was dissolved by her tears. Next morning, on a small mound of sand, label with a coral cross, appeared the very graduation exercise pearl, made from the tears of the shell, the colours from the butterflys wings and their love. The End