A bee passed the day all working. Flying since then, it perceived a butterfly that is all the time there, settled on a rock: – He is with some formosa problem butterfly? – It was contemplating the magnificent flight of that eagle. I wanted to be I eat it, imponent sovereign of airs but not one step msera borboletinha. – For power to be an eagle you do not go to give up being who you you are, this beautiful multicolorful butterfly? In this instant, the eagle, target of so great admiration, settled in its nest and commented: – Vi most beautiful of the butterflies. Pretty! A rare combination of so harmonious colors. If I was not an eagle certainly I would be one of them, with its soft flight in its candy choreography between the flowers. A penalty the charmer borboletinha to be sick, all passed the day put in a rock. As well as this butterfly, people contaminated for the envy, abdicate of everything what they are and they can be, estagnam desiring what they cannot have. Therefore, she admires but never she envies. Alive its life.