Junior School Magazine - Edition 5 (June 2018)

T he M onarch B utterfly I trotted along the extremely ordinary path. But once the path finally came to an end, I discovered the most beautiful flowerbed which had a humongous carnival of petite flora. As I began exploring the flowerbed, a glimpse of vivid orange caught my eye. The fascinating creature landed on a ruby, red rose. It was a monarch butterfly who appeared owning a glorious tangerine dress. I started examining the little tranquil creature, the gorgeous, microscopic body was as small as a thin piece of spaghetti and as black as a piece of charcoal. The butterfly dazzled around the ruby, red velvet rose but I couldn’t help noticing how marvelously intricate the patterns on its phenomenal wings looked in the lovely sunshine. Every shade of orange was splendidly used and outlined with marshmallow white and leather black. The butterfly elegantly danced to a cloud, white daisy nearby so I followed. The butterfly was petite and thought about it before doing something. The monarch butterfly gently flapped its wings in the glorious sunshine. Then this long slick thing appeared and carefully began sucking up the nectar from the dazzling, dainty daisy. The butterfly didn’t seem to make any noise apart from the slight “bump” sound which was probably made by the wings gently flapping. The monarch butterfly sucked up its thing but stayed on the daisy. It was a wonderful experience meeting one of the most elegant minibeasts up-close. It was a wonderful experience.

Kseniia Igumenova Year 4M

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