butterflies are free to scare me by Samara Blank

"Lirpa! Lirpa! Come Lirpa, let us go to the lake and frolic!" Aramas called

to her, looking up at Lirpa who was fast asleep on a branch of an old oak tree.

"Yaaaah!" Lirpa yawned. You woke me up!," he, he, he," Lirpa laughed."Oh no! Oucheeeee!" Lirpa squealed, as she lost her balance and fell out of the tree.

Lirpa landed on her face, and smashed it, which was as flat as

a pancake. Aramas ran quickly towards her.

"Ohhh! What's taking you so long." Aramas asked.

Lirpa started jerking her head back and forth.

"Oh, my you done it again, one of these days your face won't pop out you silly faery. Aramas cried.