Blue Berries: no, Stick, you are mistaken, we are pretty, but what is the purpose of being pretty if those for whom we prepared do not want us?
Stick: what do you mean, do not want you, who could not admire and desire you?
Blue berries: birds, Stick, birds destined for who we are and who ignore us. All spring and all summer we prepare for them, we avoid pests and hail and twists of fate to get to this shiny blue that goes so well on the yellow background of leaves, but they do not come to us, they fly up there in the sky without even looking at us.
Stick: is there nothing you can do?
Blue Berries: nothing, Stick, nothing. Long ago, we knew how to call them in their language, but they did not want to hear us, so the language was taken from us. Since then, colors are the means we use to be desired, but it is not enough, as we are still here.
Stick: I admire you and I would gladly pick you to decorate my house, but I could never eat you, I'm afraid. I do not think I would digest you easily.
Blue Berries: Stick, you're kind and you speak our language. You do not need to eat us, you know, taking us with you is enough, that's how we colonize new lands and this is what we want first. Birds are our traditional carriers, but if you take care of us, we will not have prepared in vain and you will help us achieve our goal.
Stick: so I pick you and I bring you with me and I say thank you to those stupid birds that have not looked at you, they made my day.
Blue berries: therefore it is true, a disappointed expectation can turn into new opportunity? We had heard it, but we do not think it could happen to us. We hoped and despaired for such a long time that everything seemed doomed .
Staff: do you fret now, I'll find you a beautiful place with me, and your life will be much better than it could have been in the stomach of a bird, believe me.
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