Painting by Miranda Koerner
“It is rather lonely being an unusual elephant,” Penelope mused one day in day in the garden. ”If I was a normal sort of elephant, I’d have a much easier time.”
“Not necessarily,” a butterfly remarked, fluttering by. ”A conventional time, perhaps.”
“Certainly more practical,” a second butterfly shuddered. ”Not a shred of frivolity to be found.”
“A much more boring time,” one of the butterflies mused, landing on her nose.
“Why would you ever want to be normal?” a fourth butterfly inquired, genuinely curious. ”Most people want to be unique. You have the gift of not even trying!”
“Well, no one knows what to do with a pink elephant,” Penelope confessed, glancing down at her petal-hued skin. ”They don’t know whether to put me in a zoo or feed me cotton candy. I’m not suited to labor and my pedicure is much too delicate for water acts.” She waved a foot.
“What about the circus?” the first butterfly suggested.
“A television show?” the second butterfly offered as a thought.
“You should eat the cotton candy,” the third butterfly whispered, slowly opening and closing his wings.
“Who says you have to do anything at all?” the fourth butterfly demanded. ”Why can’t you just have fun?”
Penelope blinked. ”Why, can you do that? Just have fun?” Her mind raced and her ears flapped, delightful scenes of how she could spend her days flying through her head. There would be dancing and dining and glorious shows–oh, and plenty of singing and scones and strolls through the garden.
“Of course you can!” the fourth butterfly sputtered, interrupting her reverie. ”Why, having fun is the most important job of all! Why do you think it’s given to children and not adults?”
“Of course.” Her tail swished back and forth. ”You are quite smart, darling butterfly.”
“Quite right,” the first butterfly boasted, flapping his wings harder.
“You don’t mean that,” the second butterfly scampered away bashfully, one antennae peeking over the edge of his wing.
“Let’s go get some cotton candy,” the third butterfly urged her.
“It’s not a matter of intelligence, just simple logic,” the fourth butterfly lectured, happy to find an audience among the posies and annuals. ”Why spend your life being miserable when you can have a good time?”
“Why indeed?” Penelope beamed.
It was a glorious day to have fun.
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