The Clouds Part, The Sun Comes Out

My pet ladybug, Lady B., and I went for a walk in the field out behind my house.

Lady B. said, “I’ve wasted my life.”

I said, “Why would you feel that way?”

Lady B. said, “I’ve done so very little.”

I said, “Well, how much would you have to do to feel good about your life?”

Lady B. said, “A lot more than I’ve done.”

I said, “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way. You should know that I’m in awe of your shiny red shell. I could spend my whole life trying and never have one of those. Do you wax it?”

Lady B. said, “No, it’s always been this way.”

I said, “You are one lucky bug.”

Lady B. held my hand tightly. She began to whistle.