Fable - Pablito and the Butterfly

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Pablito and the Butterfly Pablo has now amassed some years. As the saying goes, he has been adulterated. While earlier he was a smiling kid known to his people as “Pablito,” today he is Pablo - "bare-skulled" on top and no longer boasting those long strands of curly hair guarding the approaches to his ears as they did in his youth. Pablo, despite that sort of physical alteration, remembers his youthful ambition for metamorphosis of a far different nature. When he was still a kid, Pablito had wanted to grow wings and to fly like a butterfly, to flutter from one flower to the next, to change ordinary rays of the sun into rainbow rays, the kind of colorful energies that excite the minds and stoke the energies of all who can bring them into focus. What better was there to do than to seek the advice of an actual butterfly. “My lovely creature, Dear Butterfly, how did you grow the beautiful wings with which you flutter about from flower to flower?” The butterfly took one look at Pablito, all 23 kilograms of him, and immediately understood two things about the lad. (1) Pablito was serious about growing a set of colorful wings and about using them to fly from flower to flower, and (2) the kid was nuts. Butterfly told Pablito to eat lots of poi. “Eat poi until you are about to burst, Pablito. You must gain fat, especially right over your shoulder blades. After you gain a copious amount of fat in those locations, you must then stop eating poi and drink only water until all of the fat is gone, leaving only the flappy skin. Although the sun's beautiful rays will not shine through the flaps, you can exercise them as I once exercised my own wings. When you lose enough weight throughout the whole of you, then you will be able to flutter about from flower to flower.” Understand that, today, Pablo does not flutter about. Also he scales out at 117.2 kilograms. Above his shoulder blades there are no longer any flaps. He hates poi. Moral: Dieting is always a flight of fancy. * * * * * * * * * * (Move over, Aesop) With my thanks to "miaescobud" and her erstwhile overweight husband for this crazy fabling drill. You share the blame, too, Ms Janet - "Two fables a day keep the readers away." * * * * * * * * * * Image source – My Broderbund image DVD * * * * * * * * * *