by Ashraf Husin
Touch it once, and it will die.
Maria skipped homewards, singing, "The caterpillar grows into the pupa. One day, fly, the butterfly."
Suddenly, she saw something flutter amongst the grass. It was a little butterfly! Maria stooped and squinted. The butterfly had a broken wing.
Maria could only weep silently. "Fly, fly, fly, the butterfly. Touch it once and it will die..."