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Spiritism for Kids - Célia Xavier Camargo - Portuguese  Spanish
Year 2 - N° 62 - June 29, 2008

  Translation
FELIPE DARELLA - felipe.darella@gmail.com
 

The lightning bug

 

Living in a beautiful part of the field, among colored flowers, friendly trees, Vavá, the lightning bug, lived always unhappy and sad. 

He felt small and useless. He flew over the roses and admired their beauty and smell; he got amazed at the butterflies which passed by him fancy dressed with their colored wings. He heard the magical song of the birds on the trees and got sad as he

couldn’t even sing. Deep down, he envied them all, the roses, the butterflies, the birds and all those which were different from him. 

Why did God create him like that? He was not as beautiful as the butterflies, didn’t smell as good as the roses and couldn’t sing like the birds! 

The only thing he possessed was that flashlight on his back and no one else had it. Only him! 

If he had a beautiful and bright light, just like the stars that Vavá would stare at night, or those light poles he would see sometimes in the city, it would be different. He would be proud of it. But no! This dim light was useless! 

One day, Lady Rabbit showed up, very worried about her kid. The little one was sick and she needed a certain plant to make some tea. 

She asked help for the Butterfly: 

— Dear Butterfly, help me find the medicine for my son.

But the butterfly answered, widening her colored wings: 

— How come? It’s getting dark and I can’t see a thing! 

Lady Rabbit thanked and asked the rose, then: 

— Please, dear Rose, help me find medicine for my son! 

Shaking her beautiful head of soft petals, the rose answered, softly: 

— I’d like to help you, but, unfortunately, I can’t walk and, even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to see in the dark! 

Lady Rabbit thanked and, as she came across the bird, she said: 

— You that fly to many places, could you help me find the plant that I need to heal my son?

The bird kept thinking and after answered:

— I might know where to find the plant you’re looking for, Lady Rabbit, but it’s so dark and I can’t fly, because I’d hit the trees. Besides, I don’t know exactly the place and now would be impossible to find it. 

The poor rabbit got very sad and was about to give up and come back home without the plant. But the animals gathered to analyze the problem, worried about the situation, and started discussing what the solution could be. 

Lady Owl, who heard everything in silence, on a branch of a tree, suggested: 

— I can only think of one name to help us out. 

— Who??!! — All asked at the same time. 

— Vavá, the lightning bug! 

They were surprised. How could they forget him? 

— Me???...  

— Of course! Who else possesses a flashlight? — the owl explained, happy. 

So, they went to the place where the bird had seen the plant, always guided by Vavá, who was in charge, proudly lightening the way. 

They searched... searched... searched... and finally, hidden, there it was. 

Lady Rabbit, so happy and relieved, couldn’t thank him more: 

— Thank you, Vavá! If it weren’t you and your flashlight I would’ve never got it. May God bless you! 

Vavá, for the first time, felt he was helpful, and got happy. And he realized the gift God gave him was very... very important, and he could help many people.  

Now, he didn’t care about not being beautiful as the butterflies, or smelling good as the roses, or singing like the birds. 

He wouldn’t feel as a small and useless bug, excluded from the others. He was very important and had a task no one else could do: lighten the darkness. 

And, from that day on, Vavá always walk through the field, confident and proud of his light, thanking God the gift he was given.

                     
                                                                 Aunt
Célia   
                       



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