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The child and the butterfly

 

There was a butterfly crossing the road into the field.

The farmer saw her and stood up and then said, saluting to work.

Then his child was trying to catch her.

But she rose to the heights of heaven. When the child looked at the butterfly flying in the sky, his hat fell to the ground and he cried out: Butterfly! Butterfly! Butterfly! What did you see? Butterfly! Butterfly! Butterfly! Why did you flap your wings hard to blow off my hat?

I wonder is the child crying over his hat that got wet in the water. Or on the butterfly flying in the sky. I do not know…perhaps a lame blame.

 

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