Once upon a time there was a butterfly named Bonnie.
Now Bonnie was no ordinary butterfly, she was a GIANT butterfly. She was bigger than all the other butterflies. She was bigger than the dragonflies. She was even bigger than your two hands put together!
Bonnie was so big that when she landed on a flower, the flower would break. When she drank from a puddle, water would splash everywhere. And when she flew through the fields, the wind from her wings would knock all the other butterflies off-course.
None of the other butterflies wanted to play with Bonnie.
Bonnie was lonely.
One day a zebra arrived in the forest.
Now this was no ordinary zebra, this was a KILLER zebra. His tail was thin and whip-like. His hooves were sharp and strong. And his teeth were very large, and very white.
The zebra trotted into Bonnie’s field. He hit all the butterflies with his tail. He squashed all the flowers with his hooves. And he ripped up the grass in great chunks with his teeth.
“Help, help!” cried the other butterflies, watching their home get destroyed.
And Bonnie, because she was big and because she was brave, went to the rescue.
She flew right up to the zebra and landed right between his ears, where he couldn’t see her. Then she leaned over and shouted into his ear: “LEAVE THIS FIELD, ZEBRA!”
The zebra jumped. “Who’s that? Who’s there?” He turned round and round on the spot, but couldn’t see anyone. The field was empty. He shook his head nervously, and Bonnie had to hold on tight so as not to fall off.
“I AM THE MIGHTY LION!” roared Bonnie into his ear.
Oh, how the zebra jumped now! “L-l-l-lion?” he stuttered, his hooves knocking together in fright, because zebras and lions were mortal enemies. He galloped to the edge of the field and hid behind a tree.
The zebra shook his head again, and again Bonnie had to hold on tight.
“THAT’S NOT FAR ENOUGH!” she shouted, growling angrily.
“Eep!” yelped the zebra. He ran even further from the butterfly field, and hid behind a large rock.
Bonnie took a deep breath and said: “NO, THAT’S NOT FAR ENOU–”
But as Bonnie was speaking, the zebra shook his head again, and she fell splat onto the rock!
“You’re not a lion!” the zebra said angrily. “You liar!”
He lifted up a hoof to squash her, but Bonnie cried out, “I had to lie! You were destroying our home! You squashed all the flowers and ripped up all the grass and hit my friends with your tail!”
The zebra was shocked. “I did? I… I didn’t realise. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Bonnie said. “Just don’t do it again.”
And she gave the zebra directions to Africa, so that he could travel there and hang out with all the other zebras, where he belonged.
As soon as the zebra left, all the butterflies gathered around the rock, fluttering their beautiful wings. “Oh, Bonnie! You saved our home! Thank you, thank you!”
“It was nothing,” Bonnie said modestly, embarrassed by the attention.
She tried to flap her wings, to join them in the air, but nothing happened. Her wing was broken!
“Come on Bonnie,” said the butterflies. “Let’s go home!”
“I can’t!” she cried, trying to flap her wings again, wincing at the pain. “I can’t fly! I must have broken my wing when I fell on to the rock,” she said sadly.
And then all the other butterflies went away, because they knew Bonnie couldn’t be a butterfly anymore.
Inspired by and written for Bonnie Sparks.