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Now, one day the Creator was sitting and
watching the children play. He saw the joy and
the youthfulness they displayed. He saw the
beauty of their surroundings, and the fresh
fragrance of the Trees and the Flowers.
He heard the happy songs of the Birds, and saw
the blue of the Sky. He saw the women as they
ground cornmeal. He saw their beauty, and
the sunlight as it shone from their hair.
These were wonderful things.
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But then Creator realized that all of these things
would change. He knew that these children
would all grow old and gray, and their skin
would wrinkle. The beautiful women would
someday grow fat and ugly, and their beautiful
black hair will turn gray. The leaves would turn
brown and die, and the beautiful flowers
that smelled so fresh would fade. Creators heart
grew sad and troubled. It was Autumn, and
Creator knew that the wild game would be
scarce soon. The green leaves would be gone,
and times would be hard.
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As Creator watched the women grind cornmeal,
He decided to do something which would
capture some of these wonderful things which
He saw. He decided that He must make something that everyone could enjoy, that
would lift their hearts and spirits. So, He took
out His bag of Creation and began to gather
some things together.
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He took some blue from the Sky, and some
whiteness from the cornmeal. He gathered
some spots of Sunlight, and the blackness of a
beautiful woman's hair. He took the yellow
of the falling leaves, and the green of the Pine
needles. He gathered the red, the purple,
and the orange from the flowers.
As He gathered these things, He put them
into His bag. And, last, He put the songs
of the song birds in the bag.
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When He had finished gathering these things
together, He called the children together.
He told them to open the bag and there would
be a surprise for them. So they opened the bag,
and out flew hundreds of beautiful Butterflies!
They flew all around the gleeful children,
and lit on their heads. They fluttered around,
and sipped the nectar from the many flowers.
The hearts of the children and the adults
soared. Never before had they seen such
wonderful, happy things. They began to sing
their songs as they flew.
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But a jealous song bird lit on Creators Shoulder
and scolded Him. He said, "It is not right to give
our songs to these pretty things! You told us
when you made us that each bird would have
his own song. These pretty things have all
of the colors of the rainbow already. Must they
take our songs, too?"
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Creator said, "You are right. I made one song
for each bird, and I must not give them away
to any other."
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So butterflies were made silent, and they are
still silent to this day. But their beauty brightens
the day of all People, and brings out songs
from their hearts.
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