My daughter wrote this short story as an entry to a short story writing contest in 3rd grade. It didn't win but in my heart, it did!
Butterfloat, butterflip, butterfly!
One day, a pupa was hanging on a leaf of a mango tree. Right beside it was a building. And there on that floor near where the pupa hung, was a ballet class. And each time the pupa would hear the music, it would swing back and forth, back and forth.
One morning, as Tara was practicing her dance for her ballet recital, the pupa cracked open. Slowly the butterfly stuck out its left wing. After a moment, it stuck out its right wing. And in the next few minutes, the whole butterfly was out of its pupa. But instead of flying away, it just hang on.
It watched Tara practice; and slowly tried to imitate her. When Tara stretched her arms, it tried to stretch its own wings. It tumbled and laughed. When Tara put her arms together, it also tried to put its wings together. Luckily, it worked! As Tara was practicing dancing, the butterfly was practicing flying!
Little by little, the butterfly let go of the pupa. First floated. Then flipped. And then at last, it flew! What a graceful butterfly dancing in the air!
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