"You can open your eyes now," the butterfly told him. Bubba opened his eyes slowly, then he blinked them twice. It didn't work. He wasn't a butterfly! "It didn't work," he cried. "I'm not a butterfly."
"Yes you are," exclaimed the butterfly. "Look behind you."
Bubba turned his head slowly to look at his back. To his surprise, behind him on his back was a beautiful set of wings. His eyes opened wide. "I am a butterfly!"
"Yes," answered the butterfly. "Now let's explore!" With that Bubba and his new friend set off to explore the backyard.
"Wheee!" shouted Bubba. "I'm flying, look at me!" Bubba sailed through the air, gliding up and down. He looked at the ground below and the sky above. "Wow!" he thought to himself. "This is what it is like to be a butterfly." Bubba circled around and around. Then he spotted Mom's little bird house perched atop a little stand near the trees in the corner of the yard.
"Gee, I wonder what it is like inside of there?" Bubba fluttered off towards the little birdhouse. He landed carefully on the tiny stoop and peered into the little opening to the house. "It sure looks big," he thought to himself. Ever so slowly he crept his way into the hole to look inside. It looked very dark. As he got closer he poked his head inside. At first all he could see was a blanket of darkness. Then, as his eyes adjusted, he could see a little nest of twigs and leaves in the corner. Inside were three tiny little baby birds with their mouths opened wide. "Oh! How cute you are," said Bubba admiringly. The little birds looked at Bubba with their eyes open, big and wide. The little birds began to cheep and cheep and cheep.
"Shhhhh!" whispered Bubba. "I won't hurt you." From a distance Bubba heard the squawking of what seemed to be a very large bird. The sound got louder and louder and closer and closer. "Oh, oh!" Bubba thought, "I'd better get out of here!"
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