The Yellow Rose and the Wilted White Lily

It was a warm and breezy summer morning at the farm. The birds were chirping as the the rooster let out it’s morning alarm atop the roof. A humble little bee was riding along the breeze when he stumbled upon a tiny garden of beautiful flowers right next to the farm. There were all sorts of intriguing colors and smells, but the one type of flower that caught the bee’s eye was a tiny patch of yellow roses in the corner of the garden. The bee drifted over to the roses as if they were pulling him to them. “Hello little bee!” One of the yellow roses said sweetly. “Why don’t you come a little closer? Have some of my nectar?” The bee started to automatically float towards the rose when another voice called out from next to the roses. “Hey wait little bee! Stop right there!” The bee turned to his right to see another patch of flowers that he surprisingly didn’t notice before. “Hey hey! Don’t trust those roses, the thorns on their stems will prick you then kill you!” The patch of flowers next to the yellow roses was a sad patch of wilted white lilies, their petals dropping, their petals tinged with a slight brown. “Come to me instead! I promise I won’t hurt you unlike the roses.” The white lily said. “No no no… Trust me little bee! Don’t listen to those old, ugly flowers.” The rose gently told the bee. “I am the nice one here, come to me and take my nectar.” Both flower patches argued back and forth, but eventually the bee chose to go the the roses, they were the prettiest flowers after all, who doesn’t trust someone with such beauty? The bee flew towards the roses and tried to drink it’s nectar until it was stabbed by he thorns of the roses, killing the gullible bee. The patch of yellow roses laughed as they killed another soul to fuel their sadistic passion. The white lily on the other hand was upset and disappointed. “I am sorry little bee, I am sorry that I couldn’t convince you to come to me… it’s not your fault you didn’t trust me, I’m just an old, wilting flower anyways.” They spoke miserably.

Moral: Don’t judge or trust someone by their looks and think carefully about your choices. Always second guess yourself unless you are 100% sure about your choice.

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