the millipede

there was once a millipede, with its thousand legs, and his dancing was just fantastic. when he danced, gathered all the animals in the woods to watch him, and they were all impressed by his art to dance.
only one animal did not like the dancing of the millipede and this was the toad. maybe she was just jealous. "how can i ceasing him to dance", she thought. she could not simply say that she did not like the dancing. and she could not even claim, that she could dance better themselves. finally she had a diabolical plan. she sat down and wrote a letter to the millepede. "ooh incomparable millipede!", she wrote. "i am a devoted admirer of your exquisite dancing art. and i wonder, how you dance to the orders. do you lift the left leg number 228 first and then the right leg number 59? or you begin to dance as you include the right number 26 and then you lift the right leg number 499? i look forward to your reply. friendly greetings, the toad.
"spinne ugh!" if millepede got this letter, the first time in his life he actually reflected about his dance. which involve moving it as the first?
and what do you think, what happened? "the millipede did never dance again. "yes, that was the end. exactly this can happen if the think stifle the imaginative.

i got this story today from a fiend. thank you very much marlène, i will continue to dance and not think too much. and i hope for all the beings that they will continue to dance, or start to dance. because dance is the only thing we can do. there is no safety, there is no have. past is only remember and future is only a dream. there is only the moment of dance between the times. so take this moment and dance. and be happy. now.