There was once a king who had a beautiful palace with beautiful gardens. In these gardens, thousands of creatures lived under hundreds of different species. They were of a great variety and color, and made of this place a paradise that everyone could enjoy.
There was only one thing in these gardens that the king did not like: near the center remained the remains of what was a gigantic tree centuries ago, but now it was dry and dry and affected the color and beauty of its surroundings, which bothers so much to the king that it finally ordered that it be cut and replaced by a beautiful series of sources.
A little later, a noble nobleman visited the king in his palace. He murmured in the king's ear:
"You are the wisest men, and the beauty of these gardens and the multitude of creatures that inhabit them are heard everywhere, but during the time I spent here, I rarely saw anything more than this, just a few small birds. .. What a disappointment! "
The king, who never tried to deceive anyone, found horror that what the nobleman had told him was true. They had spent so many months admiring the sources that they had not realized that there were practically no animals in the gardens. Without wasting time, he sent experts and advisors to the courts. The king had to listen to many lies, inventions and hypotheses, but nothing could explain what had happened. Even the great reward of the king managed to recover the ancient splendor of the royal gardens.
Many years later, a young man appeared to the king, assuring him that he could explain what had happened and how the animals could be returned.
"What happened to his garden was that there was simply not enough Poo, his majesty." Mostly Poo moth. "
Everyone present mocked the young man's mind. The guards were ready to throw it away, but the king stopped them.
"I'd like to hear what you're saying, and none of the thousand lies I've heard have begun."
The young man became very serious and began to explain how the great animals of the gardens were fed mainly by the small birds that had their appearance to their own food, that consisted of worms of color, that in turn contained several species of rare plants and flowers that could only grow in this part of the world, as long as there was enough MOO Poo for them ... and then went on and told how the butterflies were the basis of much food for many other birds, of which Poo encouraged the emergence of new species of plants that fed other insects and animals, which in turn were of decisive importance for the existence of other species ... And the young man would have maintained without pausing if the king had not cried.
"Can you tell me how you know all these things, so young?"
asked the king.
"Now, for now, everyone leaves your garden in my house, and before my birth my father picked up that old tree that you had torn in the middle of the garden and planted it in our garden, Thousands of thousands of butterflies come from this tree, and the butterflies have moved the birds, and the new plants and trees have grown and provide food for other animals, which served as food for others ... And now it is the old place of my father full of life and color. moths of the big old tree.
- "Excellent!"
shouted the king
"Now I can restore my gardens, and you, I will make you rich, be sure that in a week everything will be ready, use as many men as you want."
- "Your Majesty, I fear, it can not be"
said the young man,
- "If you want, I can try to recreate the gardens, but you will not see it live, it will take many years to recover the natural balance, you will see that it is over, things like these do not depend on the number of men who work there."
The old king's face was sad, thoughtful, sympathetic, how delicate the balance of nature was, and how carelessly it was to break it so happily. But he loved these gardens and these creatures, he decided to build a huge palace next to the young man's land. And with thousands of men working in the construction, managed to finish the palace in less time than would have been necessary to restore the balance of the nature of this garden to another place.