Paz was once a small, very small. A Peace weak so weak that any cold wind made her sneeze and a small warm breeze made him sweat until melted.
was so sick that all sites had wars, cold wars, hot wars, wars of all kinds.
La Paz sent their pigeons all over the world, but the doves were so weak as Peace. Some stayed Amedio way weakened by the effort, others were attacked by the hawks of war, some arrived at their destination but she looked so sad that everyone laughed at them.
Peace and poor Poor pigeons!
Some doctors gave recognition:
- Many prescribed one atomic bombs.
-tanks, cannons and rifles, with many rifles, thousands and thousands of rifles, "advised another.
- Missiles, grenades, bullets ...- said a third.
The armed to the teeth.
This, instead of strengthening it, brought more fear, more hatred, more enemies and result in more wars.
And is that peace does not feel good weapons, and pigeons all that is accustomed to carrying an olive branch in its beak.
La Paz was sicker every day. Many thought he was dying. The sky was filled with hawks and doves were afraid to leave.
Then came other doctors.
- Nothing atomic bomas, tanks, guns, missiles, grenades and bullets! - Said one.
- What you need are shots of generosity, great generosity, said another. And vitamins
understanding, justice pills, tablets culture friendship syrups, drops continued ...- smiles a third party.
La Paz was recovering and with them the pigeons, not tired of flying, bravely facing the Falcons and all arrived at their destination, where they were respected and nobody laughed at them.
And wars are over. There were no wars or cold or hot, or of any kind. In the sky were just pigeons.
