Aliens, Critters, and Dinosaurs

Henry the Butterfly

This story is meant for the littlest ones. Its writing is simple and easy for beginning readers.

Henry the Butterfly

Henry was a butterfly.

He flew from flower to flower.

He flew through the clouds.

He flew through the trees.

He flew everywhere.

And he was very happy.






But one day Henry woke up.

He scratched his head.

He stretched his little arms.

He wiggled his feelers.

“Oh!” cried Henry.

“I can’t remember how to fly!”



Henry flapped his wings, but he couldn’t fly.

He shook his feelers, but he couldn’t fly.

He wiggled his legs, but he still couldn’t fly.

“What am I going to do?” cried Henry.




Henry called to his friend.

“Mr. Blue Jay , please tell me how to fly.

I can’t remember how.”




Mr. Blue Jay shook his head.

He flapped his wings.

He cried out, “Just watch me.”

Then he flew away.



Henry shook his head.

He flapped his wings,

And then he tried to fly.

But nothing happened.



Henry called out to another friend.

“Mr. Squirrel, how do you fly?

I can’t remember how.”



Mr. Squirrel laughed.

“I can’t really fly, Henry.

I just glide.

Watch me.”


Henry watched.

The squirrel kicked off.

Its tail went up.

Its body flattened,

And it glided.




“Oh, no,” said Henry.

He looked down at his body,

He didn’t have a fluffy tail.

He couldn’t glide.



Henry called to another friend.

“Mrs. Robin, please tell me how to fly.

I can’t remember how.”



Mrs. Robin shook her head.

She preened her feathers

And pulled one out.

Then she flew away.




“Oh,” said Henry.

Henry looked for his feathers.

But he had no feathers.

He sighed sadly.



Then he saw someone he didn’t know.

“Hello,” said Henry. “Who are you?”



“I’m a Sarah,” the bu tterfly said.

“I heard what you asked the others.

You can’t fly

Because your wings are wet.

Wait until the S U N dries them.”


Henry thanked the beautiful bu tterfly.

Then he walked over to sit beside her.

Together they watched the S U N come up.

Then they waited for the warm, drying air.  



“Ah,” said Henry. “The S U N feels so good.”

“Yes,” said Sarah. “Let’s turn around.”

In a while their wings were dry.  

Then the two bu tterflie s

Fluttered their wings,

And off they flew. 




They flew from flower to flower.

They flew through the clouds.

They flew through the trees.

They flew everywhere .

And they were very happy.