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At this meeting I looked at the paper with a short outline of the speech, started speaking, and I realized that this was not what I wanted to say. I stopped and asked: “Do you know why the ladybug has dots on the back?”
Every time I see a Ladybug, I smile at her as if she were an old friend. Maybe these are childhood memories, the meeting that supported creating many good deeds together, or maybe something else that connects us people with the World. I am happy to share the story about ladybug with you.
Welcome to Fairy Tales World!
Olga, Ladybug, and the Fairy Tale Team 😊
LADYBUG AND SEVEN SPOTS
Yesterday Ladybug learned to count to seven. . . . This was taught to her by her old friend Ant, who lived in his big anthill across the stream. Ant said that she has seven spots on her back. Why exactly seven, and not more or less, Ladybug did not know, but Ant promised to ask his friend big, fluffy Bumblebee about it. Bumblebee flies far and wide and can find answers to everything.
That’s why, in the early morning, Ladybug flew to the yellow center of a chamomile’s flower. From there the path, along which her friend Ant usually ran every day, was clearly visible. A large number of small inhabitants of the neighborhood were moving along this path, hurrying about their deeds.
From above, it seemed as if a living thin ribbon stretched across the meadow. Ladybug was closely watching for him and, from time to time, repeated in a whisper: “One, two, three . . . one, two, three, four, five, six, seven!” She looked around with pride: “Who will notice me!” But there was no one around and she fell silent.
To see her friend Ant sooner, Ladybug flew to a bird cherry tree that grew near the middle of the meadow. She landed on a leaf, barely having time to fold her soft wings neatly when she heard someone grumbling: “What are you doing here?” Ladybug looked around and saw big, fluffy Bumblebee, Ant’s friend.
“Oh! Excuse me, did I bother you?” she asked politely and added, “If so, please forgive me.” Bumblebee was embarrassed by this affableness, and he buzzed more kindly, “Well, not much . . . I was sleeping, but you woke me up. By the way, I was carrying out a very important errand! I am very tired and I got a little wet from the dew and froze.”
Ladybug smiled meekly and apologized once more. Her puzzled look gave Bumblebee a sense of self-importance. He stroked his antennae and said, “I have completed the assignment! Now I’m waiting for Ant to explain everything to him.”
Ladybug exclaimed joyfully, “That’s probably about my spots!” “How many of them do you have?” asked Bumblebee. “One, two, three, four, five, six . . . seven!” answered Ladybug proudly and showed him the seven spots on her back. “That’s right! There they are!” Bumblebee confirmed, paused, and asked, “Why?”
“What ‘Why?'” Ladybug did not understand. “Well, why do you need to know?” “I wear them on myself! Why exactly so many? “Is it so hard?” “What is ‘so hard’?” Ladybug did not understand Bumblebee again. “Wearing spots on your back!” “No, it’s not difficult, but why are there exactly seven?” “You are strange! I’m not asking you: ‘Why am I striped?’!” “Why not?” Ladybug was surprised.
Bumblebee grabbed his head with his paws, “O-oo . . . because I don’t care! Isn’t it clear?” “No. . . . How can you be uninterested in yourself?” “I’m thinking about where to find more nectar!” “Why?” “To eat! And eat to live!” “And . . . that’s all?” asked Ladybug quietly. Now, Bumblebee didn’t understand, “What do you mean by ‘that’s all?’” “Is living only eating?” asked Ladybug again.
Bumblebee thought for a moment, and then responded confidently, “If I don’t think about it, I will starve to death!” “You do think about it, but not all the time . . .” “H-mm! What else can you think about when you work from morning to night?”
Ladybug’s questions seem to have completely angered Bumblebee, but he was passionately trying to prove to Ladybug what he probably more wanted to prove to himself. . . . “Why do some flowers close their petals at night? Why are the leaves green? Why does one grow big and the other small? Why . . .” “So many ‘Whys’!” Bumblebee summed up the conversation and repeated it once more. “‘Why-why-why’! Really!” “Sometimes my mom also says that . . .” Ladybug sighed.
She was about to go back to her chamomile’s flower, but Bumblebee stopped her. “Wait! I know why you have seven spots on your back! Wise Owl told me this morning. Seven spots—seven days.” “And why . . .” “Wait. Let every day be a good one!” “How are these ‘good’?” “I don’t know!” “Why then . . .” On the meadow’s path, Ant finally appeared. “Ask him! I’m in a hurry . . .” grumbled Bumblebee. Ladybug did not even have time to thank him—so quickly he flew away.
“Good days create a good life! One, two, three . . .” Ladybug repeated. She waved to Ant, spread her wings, and flew toward him. “Good days create a good life!” she exclaimed instead of a greeting, and added happily, “I understand! If you do something good, then the day will be good!” “Every morning our mom reminds us ants about that!” Ant said, greeted her, and continued, “Our mom also says: ‘If you don’t do something good, the day has passed in vain!’”
“My mom says that someone that is good will never do anything bad to anyone!” said Ladybug, “Good is always stronger. And so the one who sees my spots will remember this. That’s why there are seven of them! Finally, I understand! Thank you, Bumblebee and Wise Owl!” Ant looked around, “Where’s Bumblebee?” “He flew away,” responded Ladybug, and sighed, “He said that I ask too many ‘Why’ questions!” Ladybug sighed again, “Is that bad?”
“It is very good! My mom tells all of us in the Anthill: ‘If there are questions, then I know—you are noticing what exists all around. If there are questions, the answers will be found.’” Ant looked up at the Sun that rose higher over the meadow and started to leave, “I’m sorry, but I also have to go. I’m glad we now know why you have seven spots on your back!” Ant hurried off to do his deeds.
A day was beginning, another new day in which there is always a place for good deeds. Ladybug looked at herself in a dewdrop and laughed gaily, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!” and then she added resolutely, “Seven good days, a week, a month, a year . . . a good life! Let every day be a good one!” She spread her little wings and flew off to meet her days, where there is always time for good deeds. . . .
From the book “Happy Home Fairy Tales for children and adults”
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