Born and raised in Selkirk, Manitoba, my good friend Paul used to raise moths. He lived on a farm not to far away from the Red River. He didn't have many friends, nor did his parents have a lot of time to spend with him. There was, however, the moths. Every night Paul would turn on the lights in the backyard and wait for them to maneuver his way. The moths always seemed to enjoy Paul's lights, and he enjoyed them as well. Eventually, the moths would show up whenever Paul set foot in the back yard. This made Paul feel great. He had found numerous little friends. He couldn't be happier.
Over the course of 5 months, Paul became very acquainted with the moths. He gave each moth its very own name and never confused one for another. There was one moth that stood out from the others. His name was Tommy. Tommy was born was an underdeveloped wing, causing him to improperly fly. Paul could see Tommy's perserverance everyday. Tommy would not give up wanting to fly like all the other moths. Paul was greatly impressed with the little guy and he came up with an idea.
Every year in Steinbach, a city not too distant from Selkirk, would be held the Annual Bug Racing Competition. Paul thought it would make Tommy overjoyed if he were entered into the race. Paul mentioned it to Tommy later that week. Tommy had mixed emotions. Very much indeed he wanted to enter the race, but with his wing he felt he wouldnt bring any competition. Paul shook off those negative thoughts and decided to become his trainer.
Tommy and Paul trained for an entire year. For the first few months, Tommy's progression was quite slow. But it eventually grew exponentially. He flew faster, longer, and harder than all of the other moths in Paul's backyard. It was a long haul, but Tommy was now ready for the competition. The day registration began, Tommy had Paul sign him up.
The day of the race had finally arrived and Tommy and Paul made there way to the sidelines of the track. Tommy's competition was stiff. From Abbotsford, British Columbia was Victor the ant. From Corner Brook, Newfoundland was Ivan the slug. Laslty, from Owen Sound, Ontario was Halford the slug, the defending champion of the Annual Bug Racing Competition. Paul warmed up Tommy for the big race, he was more nervous than his moth friend was. Paul saw this like those scenarios in the movies when the main character triumphs over his hardships. The main character being Tommy.
Victor, Ivan, Halford, and Tommy all lined up at the start line. The fourth of them were pumped just waiting for the gun to shoot signalling them to begin. 3, 2, 1, BANG! The race was on. Tommy was the slowest to start, which discouraged him at first, but he pressed on. If there's one thing Paul had taught him, it was to never give up and always give it your all. So Tommy did. He flew over puddles, under and over tree limbs, and took left and right turns though the tall grass. It was now the last 100m of the the 1000m race and Tommy was still pushing hard, depsite being in last the entire race. Suddenly, Victor's left front leg gave out, causing him to limp off the track. This made Tommy feel better, now knowing he wouldnt come in last. He then got a small burst of energy to just pass Ivan who was holding second place. Tommy wasn't going to let a slug defeat him. As he passed him, he could begin to make out Halford the snail, moving at an incredibly quick pace for a snail. Tommy began to think he could finally win the race, not just for himself, but for Paul. His adrenaline was now pumping, and Tommy flew harder and faster than he ever did. They were now 1m from the finish line, Tommy and Halford neck and neck. Halford didnt want to lose his title that easily. He took of his snail shell and threw it at Tommy, causing him to hit the ground hard and roll over the finish line. Unfortunately, the shell hit was able to give Halford enough time to cross the finish line before the moth. Tommy had lost the race.
Paul ran up to Tommy, jumping and screaming with excitement for Tommy's phenomenal performance. He was cheering and holding Tommy up with the air with his hand. But Tommy did not respond. He was ashamed of himself for not winning the race.
So, to conclude, that was the first time Paul ever saw a moth cry.