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The Little One wept and moaned about his terrible state of affairs; the hut in which he lived was in complete disarray, his father and mother were cross with him, and all the children in the village had refused to play with him due to his stank smell and disheveled ( And more often than not, dirty ) clothing. He sat crosslegged in his room and continued to gloom about his life.

"Oh, woe betide me," he cried loudly, banging his fists on his closet door, "My life is a terrible mess. Everyone dislikes me!" He sat down on the floor again ( His fists had become sore. ) He heard a slight knock on his door, his father's voice on the other side asking for him to unlock it. The Little One, not wishing to be disrespectful ( punishment was the last thing he needed now ) stood up and cricked the door open carefully, allowing his father to step inside. His father sat down on the bed and motioned for his son to sit next to him; which his son did quickly, drying his eyes with the sleeves of his tunic.

"I know what your problem is," the father began, with a smile on his face. "When I was a child like you I went through the exact same feelings you are experiencing now. All children do." The Little One started angrily at this and told his father that no one could possibly understand.

"I'm so horrible! Look at me! I'm a clumsy little fool, and i'm of no use to anyone!"
"You may be a clumsy little fool, but at least you aren't the Grreh," His father replied.
"The Grreh?" asked The Little One. "What's that?"

"The Grreh is the most pitiful creature on the planet, child," said the father, leaning back a little. "The wings it once had? Out of its own stupidity, the Grreh set them on fire and now they are no more. It sits around, day and night, not seeing, not moving, not doing. It has no face, and is incapable of expression. It is so weak that it cannot move more than a small distance without once again requiring a rest. It can barely think because it knocked its head on a rock once and became completely daft afterwards." The Little One sat there and bit his lip, urging his father to continue. "The Grreh cannot eat because it has no mouth, so it is reduced to slamming its face into food and allowing its skin, over the course of a few hours, to absorb the nutrients in the food. It cannot talk because of this as well, and the only noise it is capable of making is a terrible whine that it keeps up at a near constant pace. It is completely blind because it poked its own eye out out of self hate. It has no hands so it is unable to perform even the most basic of tasks. It is the only one of its kind, so it has no mate. It is truly the most pathetic creature in existence."

The father pointed to the wings on his son's back and lifted one of them carefully. Annoyed, his son flapped it loudly. "See? It's in perfect working order." The Little One laughed. The father looked at his son's face. "That is in perfect working order as well." And so on he went, describing everything that the Grreh lacked and that The Little One did not.

The Little One sat there silently for a moment.

"I can't help but feel even worse now," he said. "Knowing that someone is even worse off than I am makes me feel selfish for being self piteous in the first place."
"Don't you see?" asked the father. "That is the Grreh's purpose. It is the only thing he enjoys, it is the only reason he is still alive. As pathetic as he may be - we all must respect and love him for what he has blessed us with at great sacrifice to himself."

"...Something to be thankful for, isn't it, son?"

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The Little One wept and moaned about his terrible state of affairs; the hut in which he lived was in complete disarray, his father and mother were cross with him, and all the children in the village had refused to play with him due to his stank smell and disheveled ( And more often than not, dirty ) clothing. He sat crosslegged in his room and continued to gloom about his life.

"Oh, woe betide me," he cried loudly, banging his fists on his closet door, "My life is a terrible mess. Everyone dislikes me!" He sat down on the floor again ( His fists had become sore. ) He heard a slight knock on his door, his father's voice on the other side asking for him to unlock it. The Little One, not wishing to be disrespectful ( punishment was the last thing he needed now ) stood up and cricked the door open carefully, allowing his father to step inside. His father sat down on the bed and motioned for his son to sit next to him; which his son did quickly, drying his eyes with the sleeves of his tunic.

"I know what your problem is," the father began, with a smile on his face. "When I was a child like you I went through the exact same feelings you are experiencing now. All children do." The Little One started angrily at this and told his father that no one could possibly understand.

"I'm so horrible! Look at me! I'm a clumsy little fool, and i'm of no use to anyone!"
"You may be a clumsy little fool, but at least you aren't the Grreh," His father replied.
"The Grreh?" asked The Little One. "What's that?"

"The Grreh is the most pitiful creature on the planet, child," said the father, leaning back a little. "The wings it once had? Out of its own stupidity, the Grreh set them on fire and now they are no more. It sits around, day and night, not seeing, not moving, not doing. It has no face, and is incapable of expression. It is so weak that it cannot move more than a small distance without once again requiring a rest. It can barely think because it knocked its head on a rock once and became completely daft afterwards." The Little One sat there and bit his lip, urging his father to continue. "The Grreh cannot eat because it has no mouth, so it is reduced to slamming its face into food and allowing its skin, over the course of a few hours, to absorb the nutrients in the food. It cannot talk because of this as well, and the only noise it is capable of making is a terrible whine that it keeps up at a near constant pace. It is completely blind because it poked its own eye out out of self hate. It has no hands so it is unable to perform even the most basic of tasks. It is the only one of its kind, so it has no mate. It is truly the most pathetic creature in existence."

The father pointed to the wings on his son's back and lifted one of them carefully. Annoyed, his son flapped it loudly. "See? It's in perfect working order." The Little One laughed. The father looked at his son's face. "That is in perfect working order as well." And so on he went, describing everything that the Grreh lacked and that The Little One did not.

The Little One sat there silently for a moment.

"I can't help but feel even worse now," he said. "Knowing that someone is even worse off than I am makes me feel selfish for being self piteous in the first place."
"Don't you see?" asked the father. "That is the Grreh's purpose. It is the only thing he enjoys, it is the only reason he is still alive. As pathetic as he may be - we all must respect and love him for what he has blessed us with at great sacrifice to himself."

"...Something to be thankful for, isn't it, son?"