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“The weather’s nice. It would be wonderful to flutter my wings outside and let them see my splendor.”
“Just don’t go near, Mr. Spider.”
“Don’t worry, Mom. He doesn’t even have wings.”
The young butterfly flew away, leaving her mom behind.
“Help!”
The young butterfly’s last word as she was caught by Mr. Spider’s web.
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