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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The autobiography of a Butterfly




I am a butterfly. I have very bright and colorful wings. I fly with my exotic wings among deep green bushes. I can feel the jealousy of flowers at that time, because they are not as colorful and as attractive like me. 
When children come to play at the parks during afternoon, I also fly among them. They chase me and shout in joy. I too feel very happy to take part in their game. Only some time, a few naughty boys try to catch me and I get afraid.



2 comments:

  1. Thank god they didn't catch you else you couldn't have wrote this!

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  2. yeah! I feel really good now,I can fly freely.But should be CAREFUL.These naughty boys are everywhere.

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