I 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....
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