Seven-year-old Arion sat in his backyard, watching a beautiful red butterfly fluttering fearlessly through the air. It danced over flowers, soared high above trees, and twirled with the wind.
“I wish I were like that butterfly,” Arion thought. “No fear, no limits—just flying wherever I want!”
That night, as he lay in bed, a strange warmth surrounded him. He felt lighter, his arms tingling. When he opened his eyes, he gasped—he had turned into a red butterfly! His wings shimmered like fire, bold and strong.
Excited, Arion flapped his wings and lifted into the sky. He zipped past giant oak trees, soared over golden fields, and glided above a sparkling blue lake. The world felt endless and full of wonder.
He noticed a small butterfly struggling in the wind. Without hesitation, Arion swooped down and helped it to safety on a flower. “Thank you,” the butterfly said. “You are brave and kind.”
Arion continued his journey, meeting friendly fireflies, wise old owls, and gentle deer drinking from a crystal-clear stream. He felt fearless, knowing he could go anywhere, see anything, and help those in need.
As the sun began to rise, Arion felt himself floating back to his bed. His wings faded, and he became a boy again.
Waking up, he smiled. He might not have real wings, but he had something even stronger—courage, kindness, and a heart ready for adventure.
Arion ran outside, spreading his arms like wings, ready to explore the world.
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