A Butterfly Christmas
Once there was a large oak tree with a hummingbird in it. There was one pink butterfly who flew past the hummingbird. And then the butterfly saw the hummingbird and said, “Will you please help me get around this oak tree because there are many hills around it? Will you help me find somebody strong to cut down this oak tree?” The hummingbird nodded.
Then a purple butterfly flew past the pink one. And the purple butterfly said, “May I please fly past you so I can get the cherries in the large oak tree for my gramma?” And the pink butterfly said, “I’m so sorry, but I am stuck between the hills and the oak tree and am in a miserable maze. I cannot let you through.”
And then a giant grumpy two-headed troll stomped past the butterflies!
And then a blue butterfly flew past the purple butterfly and said, “May I please get past you?” The pink butterfly said, “Well, I guess it’s time to go to my house.” And the purple one said, “My house!” And the blue one said, “My house!” And then the pink and blue butterflies agreed to go to the purple butterfly’s house for Christmas because the other two were grandparents, and she was the youngest.
At the purple one’s house, they sang Christmas carols and had cookies and Dr. Pepper and watched their favorite DVD and exchanged presents and had a great time.