Two little beetles fly over one mountain after another. In the evening, they are going to find a place to spend the night. You see, there is a fern on the side of the river. I'll go over and ask if we can have a rest there for a night. Said a little beetle.
The little fern readily agreed to the request of the beetle and said: tell me something interesting about your journey. My companion has no eyes. Another beetle thinks scornfully that he has found a humble weed! I have to go to a good place. I'm going to the rose tree. The roses are beautiful and fragrant. How nice to have a rest there for a night!
The little beetle flew away decidedly. He found a rose tree in full bloom.
Can I stay with you for one night? I've come from a long way, and now I'm exhausted and can't fly. Begged the beetle.
I'm the king of flowers. I shouldn't have allowed the beetle to stay here, the rose tree said haughtily. But since you've been here for a long time, I can't drive you away. If you can be quiet and don't disturb others, stay.
The beetle nodded his thanks and flew to a branch of the rose tree. He is very proud to have a rest in such a good place. He plans to go to his companion the next morning and tell him everything here so that he can admire it.
But the next morning, as soon as the sun came out of the horizon, the beetle woke up. He opened his eyes and saw a man standing in front of the rose tree. These roses are sure to fetch a good price! Then the man took out a big knife and cut off all the branches of the rose tree. The frightened beetle spread its wings and flew away. I didn't think it would be so dangerous to stay in a noble rose tree.
The beetle reluctantly flew back to the fern by the river. Ah, brother, when the little beetle saw his companion, he cried out, can I come to you? Come here. It's a big place, quiet and comfortable! The companion replied.
The little beetle gratefully flew to the fern tree. He didn't want to look for any rose tree any more.