Rotary Eclub- Butterfly StoryBook Participant
Age: 9 years old
Shortwood Primary School
Manor Park, Jamaica
MY BUTTERFLY, BUTTERFLY
Tijuani Hinds
Butterfly, butterfly fly to the tree. Butterfly, butterfly come back to me. Butterfly, butterfly to the door Butterfly, butterfly sit on the floor. Butterfly, butterfly up up up, Butterfly, butterfly down down down. Butterfly, butterfly in in in Butterfly, butterfly free free free!
A butterfly is a pretty insect and it flies around without any harm to us children. I love the butterfly because it is so kind and peaceful and it is interesting to watch it morph from a caterpillar to a beautiful piece of nature. I like butterflies because it taught me how to be good to other children and bullies.
One day in July at school summer camp, our class members and teachers went on an outing to the Hope Zoo in Kingston. On the bus, the class bully – Billy - began to tease some students and they started to cry. My favourite teacher Mrs. Young, told Billy to stop hurting others and to go and sit down in his seat. He obeyed Mrs. Young but he still kept saying unkind words to my friends. I told my friends to stop crying because Billy would continue to say mean things to them. But he never stopped teasing them.
Then we reached Hope Zoo and started to look at the animals. A group of us including Billy, went to the butterfly house with Mrs. Young. He tried to swat some of the butterflies even when he was told to not do that.
Billy did not listen to Mrs. Young until a large group of butterflies started flying around him. He started to be afraid when different types of butterflies were buzzing around his head and began to cry. The rest of us were playing with the butterflies when we heard him crying and shouting “Help! Help!” We ran over to see what was wrong and to help him. I told him to not worry as the butterflies were playing with him. My classmates also told him that the butterflies were harmless. We were with him when a pretty Monarch butterfly pitched on my shoulder and Billy started screaming. I told Billy to not be afraid of butterflies as they are friendly insects. Another friend sat with Billy and calmed him down.
Mrs. Young also comforted Billy and talked to him about how kind we were to him when he was in trouble with the butterflies. She told him that he should think about being kind to others. Billy looked up at us and got up from where he was sitting. He came over and said “I am sorry and thanks for helping me when the butterflies surrounded my head.” Then suddenly, he hugged us and told us he would behave himself from now on.”
On the way back to camp, all of us were very happy, laughing at Billy’s jokes, sharing cookies, snacks, water and juices with each other. After that day, Billy turned into a friend to all of us in the class and started to play with butterflies when we would see them at school. Also, Mrs. Young never had to put him in the naughty corner ever again. All of us felt good and Billy became a good pal to all of us. This is why I love my Butterfly!
Butterfly, butterfly fly to the tree. Butterfly, butterfly come back to me. Butterfly, butterfly to the door Butterfly, butterfly sit on the floor. Butterfly, butterfly up up up, Butterfly, butterfly down down down. Butterfly, butterfly in in in Butterfly, butterfly free free free!