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The Lady bug

The Lady bug

Once upon a time there was a little lucky Lady bug. She was only a day old and happy as can be. No, she was not as big as a bumble bee or a butterfly but she had a reasonable size: a quarter of an inch. That’s as little as a tiny tiny poker dot. And on her back she had seven ineeweeny little poker dots; black dots on a red back. Very beautiful colors on her back she thought. It hid her little wings so she could fly away if she wanted. If a Ladybug landed on you, whatever trouble you had would fly away with the Ladybug.

Most times she didn’t fly but ran between the leaf and the straw. She made several meters a day that way. With her tiny little paws. She was a sporty lady bug. And she loved her life.

She lived for a whole year, hibernating, finding a real nice spot to pass wintertime. Finally she died happy.

“Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home
Your house is on fire and your children are gone
All except one, and that's Little Anne
For she has crept under the warming pan.”

A children's song by anonymous

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Prompt 3, children's genre.

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