KNOCK! KNOCK! “Rise and shine, Prilla! It’s time to start your day!” a wake-up-talent fairy called through the door. Prilla struggled to open her eyes. Was it morning already? Hadn’t she just fallen asleep? The sun was not even up yet! Butterfly-herding talents certainly start their day very early, Prilla thought. She groaned and rolled out of bed. She was still half-asleep as she pulled a simple cotton dress over her head. She didn’t even notice that she put on two different kinds of socks or that her dress was buttoned wrong. She picked up her hairbrush. She remembered how the queen had smiled at her gratefully the night before. “Good luck tomorrow,” the queen had said. “Never butterflies are beautiful creatures, my dear. But of course, they are prone to…” She stopped and shook her head. “But you know all about butterflies— you love them! You’ll have no problem at all!” Prone to what? Prilla had wanted to ask. But she couldn’t let on that she didn’t know anything about looking after butterflies.
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