Bubbles

There once was a little boy sitting with his mother on a blanket in an open meadow. The little boy was blowing bubbles into the air from where he sat as the sun was shining down on them.

He giggled as he created two of the most perfectly round bubbles he had ever seen. The bubbles smiled down at the boy for he was such a happy little boy it was hard not to.

A small gust of wind came and carried the two bubbles from the meadow closer to the nearby woods. As the one bubble floated higher the other bubble became nervous and started to quiver. He told the first bubble not to float so high because of the dangers. The first bubble didn't care because he knew his life was short and he wanted to enjoy what he could. So he floated even higher and nearer to the woods.

The second bubble once again scolded the first bubble for being so reckless. This continued on and on but the first bubble did not care for he knew his life was short and wanted to enjoy what he could.

Eventually both bubbles were deep in the woods, the second bubble was furious at the first bubble and contiued to warn him of all his errors. He scolded the first bubble as he darted in between the branches trying to catch the sunbeams dancing through the leaves. He was a very unhappy bubble.

The first bubble darted above the tree tops which irritated the second bubble so much he became red with rage. His face squinched up and "POP" he burst. But the first bubble did not notice and floated away.

The moral of the story is to enjoy life before your bubble bursts.