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With that, Bubba flapped his wings and took off towards the open sky. "Oh where is that Butterfly, " he sniffed. Then he spotted the bright, little orange butterfly, down below, sitting on top of the mountain of sand.

Quickly, Bubba flew down to the spot where the butterfly rested. "Oh, Miss Butterfly, " he cried. "I don't want to be a butterfly anymore! Please make me a little boy again."

"Well, if you insist," answered the butterfly as she fluttered her wings. "Just close your eyes tight, and think like a little boy."

"Okay," said the butterfly. "You may open your eyes now."

Bubba opened his eyes and blinked twice. he looked slowly around behind him. The wings were gone! He looked at the mountain of sand in his sandbox, the butterfly was gone! "Where did she go?" Suddenly, he heard the sound of tiny wings fluttering as the butterfly came to rest on his nose.

"Goodbye, little boy." said the butterfly. "I had fun." And with that , the little butterfly flew off towards the sky.

"Me too!" Bubba called after her. "Me too."

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