Butterfly Narrative

“If you can be an insect what would you be and why would you be that insect?” My friend asked, I answered “ummmm...A butterfly” my friend laughed “why would you want to be a butterfly” and I replied “because butterflies can fly and they have pretty wings” 

“Umm...ok, you sound like a baby”, “lets just go to sleep” my friend Ava giggled.

“What happened” I said to myself, 

“Where’s my legs and arms!” I shouted.

Narrator:Stephenie wandered around then she felt something uncomfortable on her back, it was wings on her back, she was freaking out, she didn’t know what to do but she was tired of walking so she decided to the flying.

Stephenie: “ummm...how do I do this, wait if I’m small with wing big as the butterfly I just saw a second ago then I’m  butterfly!”, “but-but how am I a butterfly” I asked myself.

I walked somewhere high then I jumped off the high place and before I knew it, I was flying.

“Whooo!!” I shouted in excitement, I visited lots of flowers and ate lots of pollen, It was the best day of my life. But at first I thought pollen was going to taste yuck, but it didn’t I was wrong. I loved being a butterfly.

Narrator:It was such a bummer when Ava had to wake Stephenie up.

Ava: “wake up Stephenie, wake up”, “you were talking in your sleep” 

Stephenie: “oh was I?” I asked 

“Yes” Ava replied “Anyways let's go eat breakfast”.

We ate breakfast and that was the most exciting dream I ever had.