There was a butterfly. It was playing with its friends. The butterfly was looking at the flowers. His friends were going back. they didn’t no that they left him. The butterfly didn’t no. So he caped looking at the flowers. He didn’t no. so he looked. But his friends were gone. So looked and looked but no friends. So he looked but nothing. He didn’t no were to go. No sin of his friends. He was so sad. He cant find no butte. He looks around. But nothing. He fond a fly. He fond a fly. But that wasn’t it. He fond a hive. But that wasn’t it. The field was so big. He cant find him. He looked in a frogs home. There were big big montins. Night came. He didn’t no what to do. He fond some were to sleep. He sleep in the toll grass. So no botte will see him. Morning came. He was looking and looking but nothing. He took a rast. Then he looked agin. But nothing and nothing. He fond a frog. He aked were his home was. But the frog didn’t no were.then his friends fond him.
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