The Never-Ending Story

There was a little flax plant which was very happy with its little blue flowers and the gentle caress of the rain; but one day the farmworkers pulled it out of the ground, and then it was put through a series of machines which twisted and pulled it in every possible way.

But the flax did not complain because it was grateful full all the good things there had been in its life. However, its life was not yet over; in fact, when it finally came off the end of a loom, it had become a magnificent cloth, and the praise of everyone cause for satisfaction.

Then the cloth was attacked by scissors and by a needle, which caused it great discomfort, but they transformed it into a most elegant blouse; and the flax kept on telling itself how lucky it had been in its life, in spite of everything it had been through.

But even yet, life with its pleasures and pain was not over; when the blouse became nothing more than a rag, it was thrown away and ended up being turned into paper. Then the paper was put through the cylinders of the printing machine and then turned into a book; and when at the very end the book was burned, it became smoke and rose up into the sky.