The beauty and stupidity of Butterflies

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk

The small things that make you happy, how come that they make you so angry at the same time?

The Queen could watch the butterflies forever. They seemed to have it all. Their colors were so vivid and the beatings of the wings made the Queens heart bounce up and down. She wanted to dance with them forever. Follow them in their flight. She skips, tries to catch up with them, and falls. So many times, she watches them fly by, but she can never be one with them.

The King laughs at the Queens attempts to make friend with the butterflies. "You keep trying to befriend something that never will do as you say, and can never be still. What are you trying to get out of that relationship?"

A smile as bright as the sun itself, the Queen looked into the big and ice-blue eyes of the King. "What I see, is not the same as you. The butterflies instinct is to flee, and to just enjoy the brief day. But sometimes they see me, and they let me be a part of their day. That is all that I ask from them, a brief moment of their lives, and maybe, just maybe, they one day will let me in forever."

You stupid butterflies.

The Land called Purk

Me and my inside

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad. Sometimes I go swimming or eat like I am mad. This rhyme I can not explain, it’s just very bad.
My hair is mostly short and kind of very red. I like to sleep in my fluffy bed. I believe I will go to heaven after I am dead. Stories are born, and I have to let them free. These are my wonders, everything I have in me.

Jag är väldigt trött.

The sun never stops shining, does it

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk
"Oh, how I wish for a rainy day," the Queen looked out her window to the beautiful and colorful garden she and her husband had made.
"You wish for rain, my dear?" The King kissed his wife on her head and sat down next to her. "I thought that you hated rain. That rain was something to fear and stay away from. And also, it's really hard to look stunning in the rain."
The Queen raised an eyebrow towards the King. "First of all. Hate is a very strong word. And second, everyone thirst for rain. We need it to grow and to get a break from all this heat. And third." The Queen took the Kings hand and stroked it. "I look awsome in the rain."
"Then just pretend."
"What, oh dear, you can't pretend that it's raining. Then the sunny days would be all messed up."
The King sighed and hugged his Queen. "So what you're basically saying is that you will never be satisfied."
"Yeah, kind of." The Queen smiled.

Something as small as a pickle jar

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk

One day the Queen was out walking. She smelled the flowers, looked at the trees, enjoyed the warmth of the sun and just had a lovely day. Then, out of nowhere, a giant pickle jar fell down from the sky. The Queen looked at the jar, then at the sky, then the jar again, then behind her. No one seemed to be around. So she did what everyone would have done, she picked it up and easily open the lid and ate a pickle.Then she put the lid back on and made sure that it was stuck, and whent home to the King. After all, it is every womans duty to give her man small tasks that will make him feel strong and manly.

The prologue

The land by the sea

Or

How to dance the Purk

Once upon a time, in a land far away, but not too far away just enough to be inconvenient to travel to, where the crickets sing a beautiful ballade and the trees dance with the wind, a Kingdom lay. This was the Kingdom of Purk. And in Purk, there lived a beautiful Queen and a handsome King. Together they ruled the Kingdom of Purk. And they were happy, because they had each other, and if you get to live with the one you love for the rest of your life, why would you want anything else?