Imagine you are a butterfly in the garden and write a short story
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✔☺☺. A butterfly is a symbolic of true freedom. For me, a butterfly moves around freely from one plant to another and is never bound by any fences or borders.Being a butterfly, I wish I could also enjoy all the tastes of nature and also spellbound and bring smile to the faces that would enjoy my flight. Butterfly is one insect which is attractive and harmless. I wish to be one so that my acts would please others and never hurt anyone. Nature is a butterfly’s home and I would love to make it my home too.☺✔✔☺If I were a butterfly, I would take the pleasure of sitting on colorful flowers and chosen my way myself. I would not be bound by anyone to enjoy the fruits or flowers of one tree or plant. It would love to see the variety of flora and fauna in the natural world away from the artificial world of bricks and walls created by the humans. I would fly to greater heights and stay in green pastures, which is not possible while living a human life☺✔
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am a little butterfly. My mother says I am very pretty like her. Now, I will tell you the story of my life.
My mother is a real beauty.
Her brown velvety wings have white spots on them. With her wings spread wide, she looks like a pretty flower. I am really proud of her.
It was the month of October.
My Life – The Tale of a Butterfly
One day my mother flew over a milk-weed plant growing in a garden. She fluttered down the plant. After a while, she laid white eggs on the underside of the soft green leaves.
On the third day, the eggs hatched and tiny caterpillars came out. I was one of them. At this stage we were called larvae.
I was very happy to have come out of the egg. I moved about on the plant eating the leaves,
I grew very fast and moulted several times.
And lo! In two weeks I was six-seven centimeters long. Now wasn’t that quick?
In a matter of days I had turned into a large brown, yellow and orange striped caterpillar.
From then on, I stopped having any food.
I was very skilful. I crawled under a leaf of the plant. With my head hanging down, I spun a pad of silk and soon fastened myself to the pad.
Ah! Look! It was a yellow orange bag that I spun. A warm, cosy and beautiful bag. My mother told me that I was a pupa and must rest at this stage.
The very next day the yellow-orange bag turned into a shining silvery one with black trimming. This was my silver cascade.
It was the eighth day of my pupal stage. My silver cascade took a blue tinge. Then, it all happened very soon.
The silver cascade turned bluish black
At first, two little feet came out of the cascade. Then two more…
…and finally two more.
Finally, it’s me with six feet and four wings like my mother.
My wings looked wet and crumpled. I rested for a while. Then I began to fan my wings up and down. Soon my wings became large and beautiful.
Now, I am a full grown butterfly kid. Fluttering my wings, I fly happily saying good bye.
I am full grown.
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