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Why Pink Bud

                                                   


It was a ferocious beast, living alone in the dark jungle. The sun did not have permission to shine everywhere. Day looked like a grim lonely night and nights were very dark and eery. The beast liked it in the jungle, it was his home, he liked staying alone and preying on small animals for food. The ferocious beast never missed a prey and hunted it down in the first go. Little timid animals knew that once the beast had laid its eyes on them, there was no way they would escape alive, they accepted their destiny as meat for the ferocious beast. On one cool dark morning the beast lay on his stomach with his paws stretched out, a beam of sunlight was falling at a bush with orange leaves and pink buds, the bush was glowing in the beam of sunlight when a little humming bird came humming close to the pink bud, the beast was watching from a distance too lazy after a big meal the night before. The little humming bird with its sharp beak kept flapping its wings close to the bud and suddenly the bud opened up blossoming into a round pink-leaved flower, the humming bird stuck its very pointed beak into the pink flower and drank the nectar from it and after a short while the little bird flew away humming its way into disappearance. The beast had watched everything from a distance and was disturbingly surprised about what he saw, he too wanted to look at the pink bud closely now and see it blossom into a flower and suck the nectar of it, it ran towards the orange bush with pink buds and the pink flower. By time it reached the bush panting, the pink flower has closed again to become a bud again, looking at the pink flower becoming a bud again the beast got very angry and ravaged the bush in rage, it used its big heavy paws to destroy the bush and the pink buds, when the bush was uprooted, the beast turned around and started walking, its paws were bleeding and it was in pain, the thorns of the bush were in his paws and it could hardly walk. It lay under a Koofa tree which had a scent of cardamon all around it. The beast was trying to take out each thorn from its paw one by one when 'Maluda' the baboon spoke to him sitting on the Koofa tree branch. " how could you have had nectar from the bud oh mighty beast, you don't have the beak for it, the bush was always there... but you desired it only because you saw the bird pleasuring from it. The beast was in pain.

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