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The Butterfly
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..." ~~55 words~~ |