You should be the Guardian Sentry of Fall. A wise old Monarch butterfly listened to her story. Still we seek answers: Who am I and what am I supposed to do? When Flutterby found no answers, she wept. Then we are thrust out into the world, like Flutterby, wondering…We try to find our fit, or to fit in. But each time, the ants, bees and butterflies assured her she was not one of them.Sound familiar? Who am I? What am I supposed to do?We get an education to prepare to be and do what we are meant to be and do. It is the story of Flutterby discovering who she was and what she was supposed to do.Flying as high as she could fly, and looking as far as she could look, Flutterby thought perhaps she was an ant, then a honeybee, then a butterfly. For, you see, Flutterby was not a common bug or butterfly, but rather a smallest of small, winged, white flying horse.I can’t tell you how many times I read Flutterby, my favorite children’s story by Stephen Cosgrove and Robin James, to my children. As her silver-blue cocoon shimmered in the starlight, she unfurled her wings and whinnied at the crystal night. In a burst of laughter and moonshine one fine and beautiful evening, Flutterby was born.
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