There was an owl named Raymond and the entire forest was renowned for its laziness. Remained perched in his tree day and night, no, only at night, since the day she returned to sleep in his den. But to not even fly to return, since he lived in the hollow of that tree. In short, Raymond got up late, ate two or three insects that were passing by, then put his head out and took position on the branch. For hours he sat so still that the tree seemed to move more of him, obviously helped by the wind. No, Raymond was standing like a statue, like a stone, no, like a mountain, like the great mountain that watches over all the forest animals.
One day, shortly before dawn, a flea very athletic, he also did the marathon in New York and Honolulu, passed near the tree for the case of Raymond. On the trunk, he began to do the warm up exercises, just to stretch their legs. He raised his head and saw the owl dozing, or perhaps it was only pretend to doze, for this reason he had problems to disturb him.
- Good evening owl, all right? - Churches, to do some 'conversation. Raymond got eyelid half but saw no one. Heedless of all, the lowered, but left ajar a crack, because you could never know ...
- Mr. Owl, is perhaps better to return to his lair. Perched sleep is dangerous, sometimes a gust of wind can make you lose your balance. - And while he said this, the flea loosen the muscles started shaking little body nicely.
Raymond opened both his eyes and swung down to figure out where it came from that voice. Under the tree, he saw one flea, all athletics and with the bib number 43.
- Oibò, a flea - he whispered, and then closed his eyes.
- Well, not a flea any - that he wanted to clarify the insect. - I am Charlotte, flea faster than the forest. Did you know that last year I finished third at the Honolulu Marathon, and just because during the race, right on the final straight, I've put half of a cricket that was my fan. "Go-Go!" I screamed, and I had to slow down to avoid him ... poor cricket, he felt so guilty afterwards. Raymond pays little attention to those words, but thought it well to return home, since it was almost time to go to sleep.
- flea I'm sorry, but now I have to leave. It is endorsed later - he said.
- Oh, do not worry Mr. Owl, but I have to escape. Today I plan to climb the big mountain. Yeah! ...
- The great mountain? - Raymond repeated, thinking crazy. - And why? The flea
thought for a moment, as if it was taken by surprise. Then he shrugged and said: - Well, so much to do ...
Then you put the flea in place, all focused and tense muscles, then also called the countdown. Raymond looked a little 'confused, a big yawn while he's wringing his two large eyes.
- Goodbye Mr. Owl! - Greeted the flea, starting to sprint to the mountain.
- flea Goodbye - Raymond said, and have not seen any more. Then he went to sleep.
That night he dreamed that the flea had come up to the mountaintop, and then he went further up to the clouds, the moon and the stars. He had made the rounds of the whole universe and then, not content, she had begun to tap dance on a black hole. Finally he had come back down to earth, landing right under his tree. Charles had told him "not so bad up there!", Under the starry sky. And he replied "not so bad down here ..."
Together they smile, he never moved from its branch and she was never stops. Because as far as can be different, there is always a reason to smile together.
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