Short Stories,  Writing

Follow the Moth

a boy saw a butterfly as it flew past his face,

“Hello Mr. Butterfly,” he said, “Did you want to show me something?”,

but the butterfly had already gone and the boy had to hurry to catch up,

the butterfly landed on a yellow flower,

“Is this what you wanted to show me Mr. Butterfly?” said the boy, “It’s very pretty”,

but the butterfly flew off when the boy got close and settled on the trunk of a tree,

“Is this what you wanted to show me Mr. Butterfly?” said the boy, “It’s very tall”,

but the butterfly flew off when the boy got close and settled on a reed near a lake,

“Is this what you wanted to show me Mr. Butterfly?” said the boy, “It’s very wide”,

but the butterfly flew off when the boy got close and settled on the lid of a bin,

“Is this what you wanted to show me Mr. Butterfly?” said the boy, “It’s very smelly”,

but the butterfly flew off when the boy got close and settled on a yellow flower,

“You’ve already shown me this Mr. Butterfly,” said the boy and went to follow the moth

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