the toddler whispered. She watched the butterfly as it flew from flower to flower, her small hands clasped in front of her chubby body and her red hair gleaming in the sunlight. Her Nana had gone inside to answer the phone and she had told Rowan to stay in the yard. She meant to obey her Nana, really she did, but when the butterfly floated into the woods behind the house she couldn’t resist following it. She climbed over logs and skirted bushes, keeping her eyes on the butterfly as it flitted in the rays of light poking through the trees. “Pretty,” she whispered again. When the butterfly landed on a dark green bush, the toddler crept closer and reached out with one chubby hand. She wanted to touch it, wanted to feel its feather-soft wings even though Nana always said not to. She said it would hurt the butterfly. But if she was very gentle, maybe she could – The butterfly flew up into the air just as her fingers were about to touch its wings. She pouted in disappointment, squinting as the butterfly disappeared, before staring at her surroundings. The trickle of fear that was starting in her belly vanished when she saw the chipmunk.
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