Once upon a time, there was a Wise Old Owl, who lived in a woods, and she was so wise and so old that no one actually cared. So, anyway. Once, when the Wise Old Owl was sitting on a tree branch, there was a Little Bunny passing by. He was holding an almost empty box with paper stars and crying.
'What has happened, Little Bunny? Why are you crying?' the Wise Old Owl asked.'And how the hell are you able to cry, if you are an animal?'
'Ohh, Wide Old Owl, I don't know what to do!' the Little Bunny sniffled.'I have a dream — to make one hundred paper stars. Every day I make the whole box of them, but, when someone seas me, I have to give them a star, because, otherwise, I will be an impolite person.'
'What a pity.' the Wise Old Owl said and grabbed one star from the box, while the Little Bunny could not see that. 'Why the fuck are you collecting paper stars? You are a bunny, go and shag another bunny or what do you usually do?'
'If I needed your advice about my dream, I would ask for it.' the Little Bunny said.
'Hey, don't fuck with me, you chuff, I am The Wide… I mean, The Wise Old Owl'.
'Give me some useful advice.'
'I dunno. What's the problem? Just stop being such a greedy little bastard.' the Wise Old Owl said.
'I am not greedy, it's just… I just want to achieve my dream, okay? But I can't finish doing that, while other people see me working. It disturbes me.' the Little Bunny explained.
'Haven't you thought about keeping that box closed? The whole world doesn't have to know about your dream. Just don't show or tell it to anyone. And everything will be alright.'
The Little Bunny said 'Thank you' to the Wise Old Owl, went back home and closed the box. Then he realised that everything in this world is pointless and committed a suicide. You know, animals are quite stupid.

The End.



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