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FRED THE ACCOUNTANT
He was a lonely, working peacock. The name was Fred, the career accounting, the symptom depression. Fred could not find his purpose in life. Lonely old Fred was walking during a humid day, when his beak got slippery and his glasses fell down a sewer. “Oh, crap”, Fred said. He knew he had no option but to go get them from deep down in that sewer. As Fred started to descend down the sewer with his majestic, underrated feathers, the moist walls made him slip down and fall endlessly into a vortex through time and space which delivered him somewhere in the Milky Way. Floating around with no purpose or meaning, Fred felt the loneliest peacock in this peacock universe. Then, all of a sudden, a meteor came flying rapidly towards him. He had no time to escape the crash, the meteor kept getting closer as Fred tried to float away to no avail, for the meteor crashed against him and when it did, the forces of nature and Fred made it stop as its atmosphere combined with Fred and suddenly, as they fusion together due to space pressure and meteorological factors, there was no more Fred, no more meteor. Fred’s blue feathers became the oceans and rivers of a new world, while his green feathers became the flora that surrounded this new land. It was a land full of new life, fresh air, clear waters, blue skies, but it was missing something, a new life form to explore it. Years later, in a mission to save human race after the earth was destroyed, two lost astronauts found this new world, which resembled their old one, but better. Amazed by its beauty they decided to remain there and populate it little by little, for they couldn’t go back to their now destroyed world. Looking at this new land they remembered their last days on earth, full of suffering, pollution, dried out and barren, and at last they were thankful they had found this new place where they could live peacefully. They promised themselves they would never again let all that damage happen, for here the air was clear, days were bright and peaceful, while nights were warm and soothing. Somewhere, through the wind they could feel a spirit of happiness, every time the wind blew, the crickets sang their tune, or the fireflies flew around, they could feel the energy that Fred’s happiness would bring, for he had found his place and purpose in life. Sometimes a great future requires great sacrifice, but Fred’s spirit knew that for once, he was happy.
MORAL:
Sometimes you have to leave chaos to create beauty.
