(For younger ones)
With the winter gone came the gentle wind of the spring, that tickled the Flower-elves to open their eyes in the sun pleasant.
They washed their mouth with the dew-drops. Creeper - their mother, gave them honey drops for their breakfast. They were swaying and smiling and dancing sprightly, when a swarm of Bees, their friends, came humming to accompany them. Gladly, the Flower-elves welcomed them and offered them the remnants of honey drops - that're still sticking to their sweet lips - given by their mother.
Then came the Butterflies. The Flower-elves apologetically asked for pardon and invited them to come next morning to have their share as they had served the last, least droplets of honey to their friends - The Bees.
"We love you too - Beautiful Butterflies," said the flowers nodding their heads. Disheartened the Butterflies flattered their wings toward another garden.
Next came the Beetle - as black as a black cat, seeing the honey on the lips of the Flower-elves already drunk to the dregs, turned so violent that it left none unpunished.
The Flower-elves, with their petal-wings, being tattered, were drooping down their heads in utter shame and humiliation added to pain unbearable.
In no time, as the bright morning, briskly appeared the bright Lassie. Having seen their bosom friend, the Flower-elves began sobbing, wobbling to and fro as if to show how the Beetle had done wrong to them.
Our Lassie, their benignant friends, too could not help her tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.
Dulal Chandra Bandyopadhyay
They washed their mouth with the dew-drops. Creeper - their mother, gave them honey drops for their breakfast. They were swaying and smiling and dancing sprightly, when a swarm of Bees, their friends, came humming to accompany them. Gladly, the Flower-elves welcomed them and offered them the remnants of honey drops - that're still sticking to their sweet lips - given by their mother.
Then came the Butterflies. The Flower-elves apologetically asked for pardon and invited them to come next morning to have their share as they had served the last, least droplets of honey to their friends - The Bees.
"We love you too - Beautiful Butterflies," said the flowers nodding their heads. Disheartened the Butterflies flattered their wings toward another garden.
Next came the Beetle - as black as a black cat, seeing the honey on the lips of the Flower-elves already drunk to the dregs, turned so violent that it left none unpunished.
The Flower-elves, with their petal-wings, being tattered, were drooping down their heads in utter shame and humiliation added to pain unbearable.
In no time, as the bright morning, briskly appeared the bright Lassie. Having seen their bosom friend, the Flower-elves began sobbing, wobbling to and fro as if to show how the Beetle had done wrong to them.
Our Lassie, their benignant friends, too could not help her tears streaming down her rosy cheeks.
Dulal Chandra Bandyopadhyay
July 04, 2024
Bangalore.
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