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"Why ever are you crying?"

The birds twittered, the sakuras bloomed. A girl was walking down a beaten path, one that led to the temple she traditionally prayed at. As she was walking, however, she noticed something by the path. A black, beaten thing. At first, she took no mind to pay attention, but as she got closer, she realized it was a living thing. “Oh my!!” She knelt down and picked up the miniature body. It was a moth, a raven black moth with tattered wings. “Are you alive, my friend? Please be breathing!” cried the girl. After a minute, the moth showed signs of life. The girl gave a sigh of relief. As the moth’s eyes slid open, she started to speak. “Wh-Who.. Are you?” the moth asked.

“Me? Why, I am but a simple villager.” She answered. The moth scanned her body as she got up from the girl’s arms. “But, you are clothed in such a fine attire! How can you be a villager if you have the clothes fit for a princess?”
“It’s my mothers. She gave it to me just before she passed on.” The girl replied.
“I apologize.” The moth began to flutter her wings, but she fell back into the girl’s arms. “Oh!” The moth cried.

“You cannot fly, little moth!” the girl stated. “Your wings are as broken as an old man’s back!”
“But I must fly. It’s the only thing that keeps me alive.” The moth started to flutter once more, and she was able to stay airborne. She winced. “Why does it keep you alive if it brings you pain?” Asked the girl.
“A moth like me has nothing else but to fly, my dear friend. My family has left me, and I have been rejected for my color. Black is the color of death, and people have thrown, stepped, and cursed me. Flying is the only thing that keeps me going.” The moth explained, but she noticed the girl tearing.

“Why ever are you crying?” The moth asked. “You poor thing! You have been rejected simply because of your outside! You have nowhere else to go!” The girl grabbed a hold of the moth’s little hand. The moth was taken aback. “Well, you have the clothes of a princess. How can a princess take such pity on a lonesome moth such as myself?”

“I am not a princess.” The girl restated.
“And I am not death itself. Yet we are mistaken for things we are not. Why so?”
The girl shook her head. “No, no more. From this day forth, you will not be known for black, but for white. You are a kind moth, and you will keep flying. Come.” The girl started to walk down the path. She tugged gently at the moth’s arm. The moth blinked, then gave a “Thank you.” as she started to flutter.

And so, the girl and the moth lived their friendship until the crossed the path to heaven. And their lesson was recited to everyone: Never judge someone by their outsides, but rather, their insides.



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