‘Tickling Butterflies’ – The Way of the Waves

Tickling Butterflies is an epic fantasy, containing 128 fairy tales that together create one huge story.

Here’s the story so farThe story continues:


The Way of the Waves

(Containing an instructive life-lesson of a young-but-old child.)


For another month Chariot did not see the man who imprisoned him.

On the very last day of the second month, Farmer Moozik emerged from his stone house and said, “Now I will tell you the second story you must hear, my little boy cloud.”

Chariot said nothing.

“This is the story of Father Wave. Father Wave was the biggest wave in the vicinity of the River Red Continent. Father Wave had one small child, Tiny Wave. Tiny Wave was the smallest wave in the vicinity of the River Red Continent.

“Father Wave cared for his son so much, that wherever Tiny Wave went, he was there, towering over his son with a wall of water. Father Wave was a great father. He taught his son well, he loved his son well, he sang to him and talked to him and together they took trips along the shores of the River Red Continent.

“Then, when Tiny Wave was but a year old, it was time to send him into the deep ocean alone. That is what waves do, and that is how waves grow up at the age of one year.

“Father Wave sent Tiny Wave to the deep ocean alone. There, Tiny Wave wandered across big pits and dangerous whirlpools. And the more he wandered, the more water he gathered, and the bigger he grew. For that is the way of the waves.

“Two months later, as was the way of the waves, Tiny Wave returned to the River Red Continent. But now he was an adult, and his size was even bigger than Father Wave’s.

“Father Wave greeted his son with love. But when he tried to teach Tiny Wave something new, he discovered that Tiny Wave already knew it. When he tried to shield Tiny Wave with his body, the two crashed into each other and there was a lot of water all around.

“ ‘Father,’ said Tiny Wave. ‘You are treating me like a child. You must understand that I am an adult now.’

“ ‘Son,’ said Father Wave. ‘You must understand that being a parent is hard. Your birth was one of the greatest moments of my life. When you are happy, all I want is for you to be happy. When you are sad, I cannot bear it. I cannot treat you any other way, because you will always be my son and I will always worry about you and cry at your sadness.’

“ ‘I think I understand, father,’ said Tiny Wave. ‘But things have changed considerably. I think it is you who must learn something now. You must learn how to stop being the parent to a small child and how to start being a parent to an adult.’

“At last Father Wave understood. After a while, he learned how to be a parent to an adult. And ever since, the two have been roaming the shores of the River Red Continent, not one over the other, but side by side.

“And that has been the educational tale of how Father Wave learned to be a father to an adult.”

Chariot looked at Farmer Moozik angrily. Finally, he said, “Why have you told me that story?”

Farmer Moozik nodded wisely and chose his words carefully. “The life-lesson of this story is hard to hear. You were a friend to a child. Now you are a friend to an adult… to a king. And this king is willing to sacrifice his life for his cause of saving the land. Perhaps, in being a friend to an adult and not to a child, you should do him a favor… and help him sacrifice his life for his cause.”

“Or perhaps I should help him achieve the cause while keeping him alive.” Chariot thought about this, then added, “Or at the very least not be the one who helps him die.”

The old man shrugged. “You have much to think about. I will now give you ample time to do so.”

With that, the old man turned around, and reentered his stone house, leaving Chariot alone and imprisoned in a farm of growing musical notes.

This has been yet another enlightening life-lesson from the River Red Continent.


(To be continued on Thursday…)
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