The guy with the big butt

There was a guy with a perfectly moon round butt. Any jeans or shorts he was wearing the butt was just filling them completely. It was soft but also muscular and firm. Everywhere the guy was walking people turned their heads and wanted to look at the butt. The guy knew that it was an eye-catcher. He was also very proud of his precious butt. He knew no matter the angle, the light, the clothes his butt looks always good. So many girls where envying him. How unfair they said. We also want to have such a butt. So they wanted to know his secret. He must have a secret! It is abnormal that someone has such a perfect butt. So one day one of the girls approached the guy and started to chat with him about the weather. Since he was a very friendly and open-minded person he was used to talk to people around him every day. They had a good and relaxed conversation. The girl thought, okay, since he is so nice I might just ask him about his secret now. And she asked him, how it could be possible that he has such a perfectly shaped butt and how did he achieve it. The guy hesitated since this questions was quite personal. But he have had such a relaxed conversation with the girl that he thought she is a good person and just curious. So he said: I am honest with you. This butt is part of my life, since I was born. I don’t have to work hard or do a surgery to have it this way. I would say that this is the shape my butt supposed to be. By coincidence it is exactly the shape people want to have a butt nowadays. Maybe in a few years it will not be the case, but for now I am a lucky one. The girl became angry and said: Why are you not telling me about your secret? Why are you so vain and want to keep it to yourself? The guy was not surprised, quite often he had come across envioussness. In the past it made him sad and gave him the feeling he should hide his precious. But those times have passed. And so he said: I understand that you don’t like that nature didn’t give you the same butt. But nothing in this world is distributed equally. Sometimes you have to accept. You can try to force yourself to become the same, but you will lose yourself on that way. You would always be just a copy of me.

A little duck

There was a little duck swimming on a lake. The sun was shining and the duck was happy and warm. While it was swimming all the time on the lake, it started thinking. Everyday I am swimming on this lake. I like the sun and the smell of the water and the nature around me. But somehow it feels not enough. The duck stopped in the middle of the lake and stared at the shore. Why shouldn’t I just walk on the land a little? The land might be not so smooth and I could become dirty… And what if I don’t like it on the land? What if I am walking too far and will never find my way back to this great lake? Shall I really risk it? The duck felt unhappy now. It was so confused about what is the right thing to do. Staying in the coziness of the water and sun or going on land and finding out whether it will find a better lake? All this thoughts made the duck sadder and sadder. It felt lost. The water was not refreshing anymore and the sun somehow annoyed the duck. Is it shining too strong now!? Exhausted by its own thoughts the duck swam to land and rested a while near the shore. After a while it fell asleep.

The sun set and it turned dark. Reliefed from its thoughts the little duck was dreaming close to the shore in the silence of the night. While it was sleeping so peacefully the bushes started to rustle. Something was strolling through the bushes. Searching. Sniffing. The rustling came closer. A fiery-red fox appeared. It was on its way to find some food for dinner. And there it was. A young lonely duck, sleeping next to the water at the shore. What a luck! The fox jumped on the duck and caught it by the neck. With its strong teeth it bit several times in the ducks‘ neck and ran away looking for the right spot to eat.

And that fast the decision had been taken away from the little duck.