At the streamside among the stones the butterflies ascended to take a drink. The occasional droplets splashed onto the bank provided enough to meet their meagre needs. As they waited for the current to provide them with the next sip, a dragonfly circled and then then skimmed the waters surface to take a deep drink.
“Oh, I wish I could drink whenever I wanted,” Addie the smallest of the butterflies said.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Bia responded.
Just then a trout leapt from the water and devoured the hapless dragonfly.
“I see what you mean,” Addie gasped.
Padre
January 7 Flash Fiction Challenge:
Butterfly and stones in 99 words
Padre's Ramblings 
Oh, yes. Reminds me that we often curb our needs to be safe.
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A timely reminder, and so well-crafted.
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The grass is always greener on the other side, but it’s not necessarily the best.
Great lesson.
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