There was an insect. It couldn't move these days. It was growing larger and larger. Its outer crust was hardening by the day. Its mandibles grew further apart. It couldn't majestically snap them together anymore. Its sticky saliva dripped from its mouth. Thus, it lay there in the pool of its own making.
There was an another insect. It had a nose like that of a human, which was strange for an insect to have and hence was its prized possession. But it did not have wings. And noses come with oil glands, and this particular nose came with a lot of them that were overtly active. It wiped and wiped. But the oil just wouldn't go . It dripped onto the ground below. The insect with its nose stuck high up in the air, tried to move, but it slipped, time and again.
There was again an insect. It stood there, in a corner of the meeting hall, where the other assembled insects talked about things that made no sense to it. It just stood there, flapping its wings and blinking it eyes. It was bound, they said, by duty.
There was an another insect in another part of the world. Its wings were born-fragile. It would flap them, one time, two time......a hundred time, and then they would fall off. They would grow back nevertheless in time. But they never were strong enough.
There was a light. The source unknown. The insects wanted to reach it. Nobody came back to tell about the glories of the light. Yet they all wanted to be there.
There was an another insect. It had a nose like that of a human, which was strange for an insect to have and hence was its prized possession. But it did not have wings. And noses come with oil glands, and this particular nose came with a lot of them that were overtly active. It wiped and wiped. But the oil just wouldn't go . It dripped onto the ground below. The insect with its nose stuck high up in the air, tried to move, but it slipped, time and again.
There was again an insect. It stood there, in a corner of the meeting hall, where the other assembled insects talked about things that made no sense to it. It just stood there, flapping its wings and blinking it eyes. It was bound, they said, by duty.
There was an another insect in another part of the world. Its wings were born-fragile. It would flap them, one time, two time......a hundred time, and then they would fall off. They would grow back nevertheless in time. But they never were strong enough.
There was a light. The source unknown. The insects wanted to reach it. Nobody came back to tell about the glories of the light. Yet they all wanted to be there.
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